Fortunate mistakes

Welcome home?

Jo's POV

" Jo...Jo...Jo" He walks into the living room with a huge smile on his face.

"Hey what's up," I say with full intent to go along with whatever he says. 

" We need to go!" his eyes light up brighter than Ford aqua mist on a 1962 pickup. 

" What, where, is everything ok?"

" Yes, Yes, everything is fine but I think we should go to Aspen for vacation. I want to see you in a puffy jacket." The words flow out of his mouth as his intoxicating smile spreads from ear to ear. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He leans in to kiss me and I pull away and duck underneath his legs and begin to sprint across the house. I stop and turn around to see him staring at me in confusion. His facial expression changes and he looks like he is ready to pounce. He begins to sprint at me as I run up the staircase into our bedroom and try to shut the door as he pushes it back at me. I let go and ran to the far side of the bed and tried to slide underneath when he grabbed my feet pulled me to him and jumped on top of me. 

" Daddy!" I hear a little boy yell from downstairs.

" Misha what the fuck is that. Please tell me someone else is here." I look at him with pure anger.

" I am gonna apologize ahead of time. That is west my son remember before Vicki died this is what she wanted to talk about. They have been in foster care for the last month. Since the car crash. They will be living with us full time in about two weeks.  I'm so sorry." He continued to apologize as I began to fume. I didn't mind that he had kids I love kids, but he could have told me before they showed up in the house. He got up and began to walk downstairs  " I'm  coming westy is Maison with you?" 

Misha's Pov

She was so mad. I knew she likes kids and I  know that she was excited about having one of our own in the future,  but I understood her pain. I walk down the stairs to find west sitting on the bar stools Vicki and I had bought before the divorce.  Maison was " hiding" underneath the dining room table. Her second birthday was about 3 months before Vicki died. " West have you seen Maison? I can't seem to find her. " giggles begin to erupt from the floor below the table.  Did you hear something?" I say as Maison jumps up and accidentally hits her head on the edge of the table and begins to scream and cry. I pick her up as I see Jo standing on the bottom step of the stairs. She was in tears and so was Maison I couldn't decide who I wanted to comfort more. Maison was my baby girl. She was my pride and joy and one girl I know I can't live without. Jo was my everything. I woke up to her making and burning pancakes on random Sunday mornings. She was the one who I want to spend all of my nights with. Well and the days too. I began to comfort Maison. She stops crying and lays down for a nap. I walk into what I thought was an empty to find west and Jo asleep on our bed with the end of a scooby doo episode playing on the tv. I laid in the bed next to them and decided it was a good idea to sleep to based on the fact that I didn't do much sleeping last night.