The Way We Found Love Janoskians Style

June 30th 2019

Skyla

Well people suck. I hate people. Really hate people. I am officially five months pregnant. Hormones raging. Fucking cunts. Mackenna is lucky. The baby never cries, unlike the twins, who cry every day, all day. Andy is Skip's little princess. His pride and joy as you might put it. He gets up whenever she needs a diaper change or a bottle or she just wants to be held. Kinda like James and Meghan. Which I will get to in a minute, if I can finish my thinking process without a Luke and Hannah explosion. James and are going on six months married, and in about an hour, we will be home and able to sleep on our own bed again. Beau and James are contemplating the Brina care taker process until we all do to the adoption agency tomorrow, and they adopt Marcus and Brina, and I adopt Meghan. Meghan. James is going to kill me with this child. She finally learned how to speak words, to make a sentence, witch will be good for when I announce that Meghan is staying with Aunty Janessa while we go on tour, because she is starting school in September. It is a special program, for kids who need a little extra help in the talking, walking, listening, disability area, they can go into kindergarten at three instead of five, so they get the extra help they need. Which will be topic before we go to bed tonight. I can just see it now. Standing on either side of the bed, yelling at each other. Seems about right. I look over to Hannah and Luke, wondering why they haven't inturupted my train of thought yet, to see Hannah's head on Luke's shoulder, and his arm wrapped around her, his head leaning against hers, both of them out cold.

"So, what's going on with Bri and Marc tonight?" Beau asks James.

"Uhm... I don't know... I think they should be coming with us tonight, just because we already have room, and then when the adoption is final, they can go with you guys. Before it is finalized, they can have weekends with you and Skye if you want..." James says, staring at the dark, late night / early morning road.

"Alright, cool." Beau says. The rest of the trip is quiet. We drop Beau and Skye off at the group's house, and Hannah and Luke and the twins off at their condo across town, and then we go home, which is in the middle of town, and take the kids inside. Meghan is gripping James' neck so tight, he would be choking if she wasn't a three year old, and Marcus is walking beside me as I carry Brina on my hip. Once the kids are in bed and sleeping and he and I have both showered, it is 3 am, and we are standing on our sides of the bed, me changing and him getting into bed, I sigh and start.

"So you know the upcoming tour?" I ask him.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, Meghan is staying with Aunty Janessa...."

"When did we discuss this?!" He almost shouts, getting upset.

"James, babe, calm down, and let me explain." I say as I go and on his lap, looking at him.

"Explain what? I can't leave her here..." He says, trying to calm down.

"Sweetheart, it is an Canadian tour. We are going to Victoria, Vancouver, Edmonton, Calgary, Regina, Saskatoon, Winnipeg, Selkirk, Ottawa, Toronto, Montreal, Quebec City, and Charlettown. Five shows a week. One week per stop. Thirteen stops times three shows each, is 39 shows. We will only be gone for less than two months. She is with my aunt, she will be fine, I promise."

"Skyla, why is she staying!?" He says, getting upset again. I put my hands on his face, and make him look into my eyes.

"There is a special kindergarten program I signed her up for. It is three years in kindergarten to improve her speech. May suggested it during our last meeting with her." I tell him softly. He picks me up and puts me on the ground as he stands up himself and grabs a pillow and blanket from the bed.

"She is my fucking daughter! Why didn't you even think to fucking ask me first!?" He shouts. Brina starts crying and I push past him, and into her room. I rock her back to sleep and let tears roll down my cheeks. I go onto the patio and call Mackenna.