Reid ran a hand through his hair, looking wistful.
I glanced around the “baby circle of truth.” My best friends, our children. Life was good—no, it was great. Our company was strong, our personal lives even more so. We had all come a long way. Together.
Reid was an invaluable addition.
I studied him. He had matured and grown into himself. He was broader and thicker. More confident. He kept his hair short, and he dressed in business casual, the torn jeans and T-shirts retired only to the weekends. He was a solid part of our team, and we had rewarded him with a small stake in the company. He deserved it.
I wondered how long until he joined us in our weekly dad and babies meeting with one of his own in tow. I knew it was something he wanted.
He had been through so much and landed on his feet. We had been there with him for a lot of it, but he had pushed to make his dreams come true. I was proud of him.
But it was his story to tell.
And what a story it was.
Halloween Isn't Just For Kids
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