Cali laughs as she smashes my face down against the bed, oblivious to the torment going on in my mind, but when I grab her and pull her into my arms to squeeze her tight, she smiles at me, big brown eyes watching me closely as her hair sticks up from rolling around. “Fuck. Thank god I have you or I think I’d go crazy,” I admit. She pokes me in the nose, like she thinks that’s the best answer to this. “Fuk,” she says, pleased with herself. Great. I’m not meant to be a parent but I’m the best she’s got.
