september, age 28
The moment Lucas woke up on the fourth of September, he knew it was going to be a difficult day. He had known it for weeks before it had come around, dreading that Tuesday morning, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he felt his heart sink. He wasn’t ready for Lucy to start Nursery. If he’d had his own way, he would have kept her home for another year but she had wanted to start, and Asher had persuaded him that it would be good for her to meet other kids her own age.
After a less than traditional start to life, Lucas wanted everything for his daughter. He wanted to give her everything he could, to shower her in opportunities and do everything to raise her as well as he could. It just so happened that the best thing he could do for her was the one thing he least wanted to do. Starting school was a big step, even if it was only Nursery and she would have Cora as her teacher, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to take it.
As soon as Lucy had found out that her nana would be teaching Nursery, she had made her mind up that she would be going to school in September. For that, Lucas couldn’t blame her. The year that Cora had taught him, before she had become his stepmother, had been one of the best years of school, one of only a handful of teachers who had ever really got him. That settled his nerves too, to some degree, that he could vouch for his daughter’s first teacher. He knew they would get on like a house on fire: they already did.
Lucy adored all of her grandparents. She had been a little overwhelmed by the size of her new family at first, but as soon as she had realised she had her whole life to know them and love them, that she wasn’t going anywhere, she had thrown herself into spending as much time with them as possible. At least one night a week, she stayed with one of her three sets of grandparents and she always came home a bubble of excitement, spilling with stories.
Much like Lucas had done with Tom, she had taken on Julian, Freddy and Harvey as slightly distant brothers rather than her uncles: they were only ten, just six years older than her, and all three of them doted on her as though she was yet another sister. Lucas loved to see that, how his brothers didn’t care at all that Lucy had jumped into their lives as a toddler, that she was technically their niece.
For a moment after he opened his eyes to soft sun pouring through the crack in his window, Lucas lay perfectly still and just basked in the warm rays that bathed his cheeks in light, until his alarm went off after two minutes and he rolled over with a groan. He always set an alarm, and he always woke up before it went off.
One more week off work. Come Monday, he and Asher would be heading back into the office. Although he had popped in at least a couple of times a month as he worked from home, Lucas knew it would be a big adjustment to head back to work while Lucy was at school.
“Rise and shine,” he said, nudging Asher, who couldn’t hear him. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood with a gargantuan yawn, stretching out his back before he shuffled into Lucy’s room. Ever since the year had turned a new leaf, her hearing had started to deteriorate faster and Lucas and Asher knew that she would need surgery before starting Reception.
He wasn’t looking forward to that. The weeks after Asher had undergone the operations for his cochlear implants had been some of the hardest as he had tried to adjust to a new kind of sound. The effort had been exhausting for the both of them, and it had been a taxing time when every little thing had irritated Asher and there wasn’t much to be done to help. It would be even harder to reason with a child.
“Morning, Lucy,” he said, having to make an effort to speak louder than he was. “Time to get up, honey.” He opened her curtains and when the light hit her face, she squinted and rolled away from the sun.
“Too early,” she said, burying her face in her pillow.
“Time to get ready for school, hun,” he said, his hand on her warm shoulder. “Lots to do this morning – time to go and have some breakfast.”
Lucy grunted again. Her father rolled his eyes and pulled back the covers, and she let out a whine.
“No, Daddy,” she said. “I’m sleeping.”
“I don’t think you are, hun. Come on – you don’t want to be late for your first day of school with nana. You’re going to have an amazing day today, but you need to get out of bed first. Let’s go and have some toast.”
“I want cereal.”
“Ok, cereal it is.” He squeezed her shoulder and she reluctantly rolled out of bed, slithering onto the floor before she stood at last and rubbed her eyes, pushing her hair out of her face. Lucas grimaced at the sleep-induced tangles and checked his watch. It would have to be a multi-tasking morning.
When he finally got Lucy downstairs, Asher was up and making tea, Lucy’s bowl of cereal ready and waiting for her to sit down before he added the milk.
“Morning,” he said, greeting Lucas with a kiss.
“Morning,” Lucas said, his hand lingering on his husband’s waist for a second or two before he returned to Lucy, pulling up a chair behind hers. “Right, I’m going to do your hair while you eat, Luce. Is that ok?”
She nodded, her spoon in her hand, and she bobbed a little in her seat as she swung her legs and ate. Lucas worked slowly and carefully, teasing out the tangles by hand before he took a brush to her hair. She only cried out twice as he made her a little more presentable, when the brush snagged on a knot, but by the time she had finished her cereal, Lucas had managed to braid her hair into two neat and even plaits.
“Is it good, Daddy?” she asked, touching her chin to her shoulder to try to see her hair.
“You look beautiful,” Lucas said.
“Gorgeous,” Asher added. “Daddy’s very good at doing your hair.”
“What can I say?” Lucas wiggled his fingers. “Six must be just the right number of sisters to learn how to do a plait.”
“I like it,” Lucy said to herself, holding out the ends of her plaits. “Do we go now?”
“Not yet, sweetie,” Asher said. “First, we need to go and brush your teeth, and then you’re going to change out of your PJs and into your uniform. Then … I think then we’ll be ready to go.” He handed Lucas a plate of buttered toast, taking charge of getting Lucy ready for school.
Lucas loved to listen to his husband and his daughter together, relishing in the utter normalcy of their conversations. Asher was a natural father: he was fun and funny, and he was patient. He always had a response for whatever Lucy said, even if she was just rambling about nothing in particular, and Lucas envied his ability to be interesting in everything. Or to at least feign it convincingly.
With a smile on his lips, he kept an ear out as they pottered around upstairs and that smile only widened when they returned, Lucy all dressed up in her school uniform. Her red cardigan was a little too big, wrinkling around her arms, but that only served to make her look even more adorable in her little grey pinafore and her shiny black shoes.
“Perfect!” he said when she came back into the kitchen, looking a little more reserved, gripping her father’s hand. “Ready?” he asked, lifting his eyes to Asher.
“I think we’re all set. Ready for your first day?”
She pursed her lips and shuffled closer to him, shaking her head. Lucas knew that feeling all too well. It was one he had felt almost every single morning before going to school, right up until he had started sixth form, but the last thing he wanted was for Lucy to pick up on that. Instead of giving into her fears, he stood with a smile and crouched down in front of her, getting down to her level.
“You’re going to love it,” he said, signing as he spoke. He and Asher had been trying to make sign language a part of everyday life every since she had come home, actively teaching her some of the more basic words and phrases, and her young brain was a sponge that sapped it all up.
“I’m scared,” she said. She could sign that, essentially miming out her fear.
“I know you are, sweetie,” he said, brushing down her shoulders, “but it’s the first day for everybody else as well. You all get to start together, and nana will be right there with you. And Papa and I will come and pick you up before you know it. Ok?”
She thought about it for a moment before she nodded. “Ok.”
*
The school car park was busy. Being there brought back vivid memories for Lucas, thrown back to his own primary school days, more than a decade ago. Looking back on it now, he felt as though the years had whizzed by but in the moment, they had dragged by so painfully slowly as he had forced himself through each day with Adler right there jibing him.
He couldn’t count how many times he had prayed that Lucy would never have that problem.
“Here we are,” Asher said, turning off the engine and twisting round to give Lucy an encouraging smile. She was distracted looking out of the window at all the other children pouring through the gates. Some were like her, terrified on their first day; some were reluctantly heading in for their last ever first day at primary school.
“They’re big,” she said quietly, her gaze trained on a couple of Year Six children. “Where’s the boys?”
“They’ll be here soon,” Lucas said. Lucy was holding onto the fact that her uncles would be starting Year Six, that there would be some familiar faces at the school, as well as her cousin Theo a couple of years above her. “Shall we go in?”
She shook her head. “I wanna see the boys.”
Lucas checked his watch. They were a little early, and knowing his mother, the boys would be bang on time for their first day of their last year. “Oh,” he said, tapping the window with his knuckle when he spotted his stepfather’s car. “There they are. Come on, hun. Let’s go and say hi.”
That was easier for Lucy to do: she wasn’t getting out of the car to start school, but to say hello to her substitute brothers. She got out with her fathers, holding their hands as they crossed the car park to where Truman was unloading his sons and their bags.
“Hi, grandad,” Lucy said, initiating contact. Truman spun around with a grin, handing a backpack to Julian before he crouched down to hug his granddaughter. He had long since dropped the step when Lucas had told him he hated the prefix. Truman didn’t much like it either.
“Lucy! Hi, darling. Are you excited?” he asked, an infectious smile on his face.
She nodded. “A bit,” she said, and then she shook her head. “And a bit scared.”
“That’s normal, darling. Everybody’s a little bit scared of something new. I was too!”
She giggled at that. “You’re a grown-up, grandad!”
He chuckled and squeezed her shoulder before he stood. “Even grown-ups get scared sometimes, Lucy. But you don’t need to be scared. I’m sure the boys will keep an eye out for you. Won’t you, boys?”
The triplets nodded. Harvey gave Lucy a gentle smile and held out his hand to her. He was the most like his big brother, a quiet and sensitive soul. Freddie was a typical ten-year-old boy, loud and rambunctious with a passion for any and every kind of sport, while confident and fashion-forward Julian had made a name for himself as one of the girls. Harvey was unlike either of them, preferring to spend time with his parents or on his own, and Lucas saw a lot of himself in his brother.
“Want to walk in with us?” he asked. “I can show you to your classroom.” He looked up at Lucas. “Is that ok?”
“Of course it is,” he said with a smile. “Thanks, Harvey.”
“This is so weird,” Freddie said, looking from Lucy to Lucas. “You have a kid at our school. You’re my brother. You’re so old, Lucas.”
“Thanks, Fred. You know, you’ll be as ancient as me one day.”
Freddie pulled a face as though that was unimaginable and with a wave for his father, he darted across the car park to the school gate. Julian followed after him. Harvey was the only one to hug his father, who had long ago stopped walking them all the way to the classroom door when they had decided they were too cool for that. As different as the boys were, they were a team.
Lucy held Harvey’s hand and looked around at her fathers, her eyes imploring them to come too, as though there was any way they would have just left her in the car park with her uncle.
“Good to see you, Lucas,” Truman said, hugging him. “You too, Ash. Big day, huh?”
“Crazily big day,” Lucas said with a sigh.
“I remember Audrie’s first day,” he said with a chuckle. “She cried and clung to my leg. It took ten minutes to pry her off and leave, and I felt awful leaving her there crying with her teacher.“
Lucas and Asher grimaced simultaneously.
“Sorry,” Truman said, holding up his hands. “Not what you want to hear. Lucy will be fine. She’s got Cora this year, right?”
“Nana’s my teacher,” Lucy said.
“That’s awesome, darling. I hope you have a wonderful day, and I’m sure I’ll see you soon, but I need to get to work now.” He crouched down to hug Lucy again and he kissed her cheek. “Have fun! Bye, Lucy!”
“Bye-bye, grandad,” she said, waving when he got into the car.
“We need to go in, Luce,” Harvey said. “I don’t want to make you late on your very first day.”
Lucas took her other hand, grateful for Harvey’s words of wisdom for his niece as they headed through the school gates, Asher walking alongside them. As overwhelming as his family could be, there were times that it certainly paid to have such a big one: there were always cousins and siblings and aunts and uncles to share nuggets of advice on anything and everything.
“This is my classroom so I need to go now,” Harvey said, “but I’ll find you at lunchtime, ok?”
“Ok,” she said, only letting go of his hand when he began to pull away. Left with her fathers, she retreated against Lucas’s leg. “I don’t wanna go.”
“We’re almost there,” Asher said. “Look – there’s nana!”
Cora leant out of the door to her classroom and greeted Lucy with a grin and a wave. “Hi Lucy! I’m so excited you’re here,” she said, hugging her granddaughter. “I hope you’re excited for today. We’re going to have a fantastic day.”
“Thanks, Cora,” Lucas said, hugging his stepmother. “She’s a bit scared,” he whispered in her ear.
“Nothing I can’t deal with!” she said with a beam. “I’ve been doing this job for … I don’t even know, twenty-odd years. I think I can manage the first day jitters. Come on, Lucy, honey – shall we go and find your peg?”
“Have a great day, Lucy,” Lucas said, hugging her tight for a couple of seconds. “You’re going to love it.”
“You’re a lucky, lucky girl,” Asher said. “Nana’s a fantastic teacher.” He gave her a warm grin when he hugged her goodbye. “Daddy and I will see you later, and I bet you’ll have tons of stories to tell us.”
Cora took Lucy’s hand. “Say bye-bye to your dads, Luce, and we’ll go and find your tray and your peg. Sound good?”
She nodded, comforted by her grandmother’s hand. “Bye-bye, Daddy,” she said. “Bye-bye, Papa.”
Once she had headed inside with Cora, Lucas turned to Asher and let out a long sigh.
“Well,” he said. “Not sure what to do with myself now.” He looked back at the classroom, slowly filling up with children and nervous parents.
Asher grinned and took his hand. “I know just what to do.”
*
The wasn’t a lot that a bookshop couldn’t solve. Lucas felt his worries melt away as he stepped through the door, filling his lungs with the scent of ink on paper. It was his happy place, surrounded by words and stories that swirled around him like plumes of steam from a perfect cup of tea. Reading for a living hadn’t diminished his love for the written word, still managing to devour novel after novel in his free time.
“You know me so well,” he said with a sigh of relief, letting go of Asher’s hand when he came across a book he wanted to hold.
“Ok, so you’re good here for a few hours,” Asher said with a chuckle. He wandered off to browse the tomes that lined the shelves, his gaze occasionally caught by a bright cover or an interesting promotion. While Lucas spent every minute browsing the backs of books, Asher was a lot more interested in the front: as an illustrator, making a living off designing covers, he was fascinated by other designs that inspired him. Part of his job was to analyse the covers of the bestsellers, and he often perused the tables of books on offer.
Lucas was engrossed in the blurb of the twenty-first book he had picked up when his ears pricked up, catching a familiar lilt of a voice. Setting the book down on the table, he followed the tone he recognised, and it carried him straight to the children’s section of the bookshop. Mika was crouched in front of the lowest shelf, her finger tracing over spines until she pulled one out.
“How about this one, Mason?” she asked, showing the cover to her son. “Ooh, this one sounds really good, baby. Let’s give it a go.” She took a seat in the corner and she didn’t notice Lucas until she helped her son onto her lap and caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. “Lucas! Hi! Look, honey, it’s Uncle Lucas.”
“Hi, Mika,” he said. “Hi, Mason. That’s a great book – good choice. Lucy loves that one.”
“There we go, hun: we’ve got Uncle Lucas’s seal of approval,” she said with her grin, her arm around Mason as he sat on her knee.
Less than five months after beginning the process of adoption, Mika and Tom had brought three-year-old Mason home for good. In the four months since then, they had proved themselves to be two of the most apt parents Lucas had ever come across. Mika was a born mother, and it seemed as though Mason had been designed for them. He had settled into the family with surprising ease, taking Mika and Tom on as Mummy and Daddy within a month of becoming their son.
He looked up at Lucas, pushing blonde curls off his forehead. He had the most piercing blue eyes, and a contagious grin. “Hi,” he said with an awkward wave.
“How’s it going?” Mika asked, letting Mason turn the pages just to look at the pictures. “Oh my goodness, today’s Lucy’s first day of school, isn’t it?”
“It is indeed,” Lucas said. “It’s … weird.”
“I can’t imagine,” Mika said, shaking her head. Mason was the same age as Lucy, give or take a few weeks – he would be four in October – but Mika and Tom had made the obvious decision not to send him to school until Reception. After fighting for a child for so long, Mika wasn’t ready to send her little boy away each day only a few months after bringing him home.
“How did she take it?” Mika asked, one hand running through Mason’s curls.
“Not too bad,” he said. “She was nervous, but my brothers were there and I think that helped, and the fact that Cora’s her teacher.”
Mika laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Langleys are never alone,” she said. “I can’t imagine Mason going to school, but I’m so glad he and Luce will be in the same class. I count my lucky stars that our children are going to grow up together.”
“Pretty amazing, isn’t it?” Lucas smiled down at Mason, who was technically his cousin. But when it came to his family, he had never given too much thought to technicalities. Joking aside, Mika would never really be his aunt; Tom wasn’t his uncle. They were just family.
“Incredible,” she mused. “Is Asher around?”
“Mmm, he’s in here somewhere.” He looked around but the bookshop was big, a maze of aisles and shelves that held every genre imaginable.
“Fancy a drink? We were going to head to Coofee after we picked out a book, if you guys want to join us?”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course! It’ll give me a bit of adult company in the least,” she said with a chuckle. “I’m still getting used to the housewife life.”
“You’ll grow into it,” Lucas said. “You’ll be back at work before you know it – enjoy this while it lasts.”
“Do you go back soon?” she asked, reading between the lines.
“Monday,” he said. “It’ll be nice – I like the structure – but it’s just … odd.”
“I get that,” she mused, “but I’m getting pretty used to life’s curveballs.”
Life had certainly thrown plenty at her, but she and Tom had worked hard together to deflect each one or embrace the damage they did. After a few rocky years, they were finally emerging out on top: their family was complete.
*
The coffee shop was filled with post-school run mothers, gossiping in groups that popped up in playgrounds and cafes during term-time. Lucas had no desire to join any of those groups, part of him hoping Lucy would make one or two important friends: he wasn’t sure he could deal with playdates every other day of the week, though that was the kind of area in which Asher excelled.
“It’s on me,” Mika said as they joined the queue. “Don’t even try to protest because I know your orders.”
“You really don’t have to do that, Mika,” Asher said. “I’ll get it.”
“You’ll get a table,” she said. “Go and nab that one by the window, will you?” She eyed Asher. “I mean it, it’s on me.” She edged forwards in the queue, her card in her hand. Mason stood beside his buggy, holding the bag with the book he’d chosen. “Honey, why don’t you go and get a seat with Uncle Lucas and Uncle Asher?” She nudged him towards them and he didn’t protest.
“He’d be easy to kidnap,” Asher muttered to Lucas, his hand on Mason’s shoulder as he led him over to the table. Lucas shot him a glare.
“Don’t even joke,” he said. “You know how Mika is.”
Asher snorted. “I’d like to think most parents would be a little put off by the idea of their kid being napped,” he muttered. He pulled out a seat for Mason and gave him a hand up, he and Lucas sitting opposite him. “What book did you get, Mason?”
He hauled the bag up onto the table as though it weighed a ton and pulled out the slim book, the one Lucas had recommended. “This one,” he said, holding it up proudly in both hands. “Where’s Mummy?”
“She’s just getting some drinks,” Asher said. He glanced over at Mika, who was now first in the queue. “Ooh, and some cakes!”
Mason’s face lit up. “I like cake,” he said with a toothy grin.
“Everyone loves cake,” Asher said with a knowing nod. He folded his arms on the table. “So, how are you? Are you and your mummy having fun in town?”
He nodded, flipping through the book before he set it down. “Mummy’s having a baby,” he said, as though that answered the question. Lucas’s eyes widened. He looked at Asher, who met his eye with identical confusion.
“What?” Lucas asked. “Your mummy’s having a baby?”
Mason nodded with a proud grin, and he patted his stomach. “In her tummy.”
“Oh my God,” Asher murmured. “Is that true?” he asked Lucas.
“I … I have no idea.” He glanced at Mika, but it was impossible to tell and she hadn’t mentioned anything. “I don’t think so.”
“How do you know your mummy’s having a baby?” Asher asked.
“She said,” Mason said. “She has a picture.”
“A picture of the baby?” he asked. He nudged Lucas. “Are they adopting again?”
Lucas helped up his hands. “I really have no idea. She hasn’t mentioned anything.” He snuck another glance at Mika as she came over, setting down a tray with four mugs and a couple of slices of cake to share.
“Here we go,” she said as she sat down. She dipped her finger in Mason’s little hot chocolate, passing the two bigger ones to Asher and Lucas. “And some cake, as a special treat.”
“What’ve you got?” Asher asked, nodding at her glass.
“Vanilla latte,” she said.
“Decaf?”
Mika tilted her head to one side. “What?”
“Well, I just heard somewhere that caffeine’s bad for babies,” he said so nonchalantly that he really caught Mika off guard.
“Wait … how do you know? Did Tom tell you?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.
Lucas couldn’t help but grin. “Your son’s chatty,” he said. “It’s true? You’re having a baby?”
Mika laughed. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”
“Holy sh… sugar!” Asher cried out. “You’re really pregnant? How far along? Why didn’t you tell us?”
Mika’s cheeks pinkened. “We wanted to keep it under wraps. You know, just in case. And the timing could have been better – we found out literally the week after Mason came home.”
Lucas did the maths in his head, his brain whizzing over the numbers. “That was nearly five months ago,” he said slowly. “How far along are you?”
“Twenty-two weeks,” Mika said. A beam erupted onto her lips, her eyes glistening. “Oh my goodness, it’s been so hard not telling you but I got paranoid, and we’ve been so wrapped up in becoming parents anyway. It … well, it took a while to sink in.”
“Oh my goodness. That’s … crazy. In the best way,” Lucas said.
“It really is,” she said with a sigh, cutting up a piece of cake for Mason. “I thought my body was taunting me until I went for my eight week scan. Here…” She rifled in her bag, taking a slip of paper out of her purse. “Mason’s going to have a baby sister.”
Lucas stared at the twenty-week scan, the obvious baby in the black and white fuzz. He could make out her nose and fingers, a real little person, and it brought a lump in his throat after all that Mika had been through.
“You must be so excited,” Asher said, speaking when Lucas couldn’t.
“You have no idea,” she said. She looked up at Lucas. “You were right. You told me all along that fate would intervene and everything would turn out, and it’s turned out even better.” She put her arm around Mason, cuddling him close. “I’ve got my boy,” she said, and then she put her hand over her stomach, “and my girl.”
*
Even after hours with Mika, Lucas still couldn’t believe the news. When he and Asher walked up to Lucy’s classroom to pick her up, he was still struggling to get his head around that fact that after years or trial and tribulation, Mika would have a baby, and she already had her toddler. He wanted to see Tom, to hug him and congratulate him, but he would still be at work for another couple of hours.
They made it to the door as Cora opened it to start dismissing her students after their very first day. She acknowledged Lucas and Asher with a grin and a wave, and a moment later Lucy appeared out of the classroom, hugging her grandmother before she ran over to her parents. Lucas swept her up into a hug.
“Hi, Luce!” He kissed her cheeks and she hugged him tightly. “How was today?”
He set her down and took her jacket and her bag, and she wore a grin as she took her fathers’ hands and skipped between them.
“It was good,” she said.
“Did you have fun?”
“Lots!”
“And it was nice being with nana?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Nana’s fun,” she said. Lucas could have burst with pride and relief, his body flooding with joy to hear Lucy sounding so positive.
“Did you make any friends, hun?” Asher asked as they got to the car. She nodded and waited until everybody was seated and belted up.
“Tell us about your friends,” Lucas said, watching Lucy in the rear-view mirror.
“He’s called Jack,” she said, looking out of the window as school disappeared when Asher drove away. “He has a cat called Lucy.”
“Really? That’s awesome, hun,” he said.
“I wanna pussy cat, Papa,” she said.
“No can do, honey. Daddy’s allergic to pussies,” Asher said, shooting a wink to Lucas, who swallowed a snort, resisting the urge to hit his husband’s knee.
“Oh.” Lucy’s face fell. “Can we still get a cat?”
“I’m afraid not, honey.”
“I wanna call it Jack,” she said.
“Maybe a different animal, honey. We can’t get a cat,” Lucas said. He recalled the days that he had desperately wanted a cat before he had found out that they made him sneeze uncontrollably, his eyes streaming.
“A … a bunny?”
Asher pursed his lips. “Maybe we could get a rabbit,” he said. “Jack the rabbit, huh?”
Lucy grinned. “Yes! I wanna bunny, Papa.”
“How about it?” he asked Lucas. “It’s been a while since I had a rabbit.”
“I suppose…” Lucas said. “Maybe we could get a rabbit. We’ve got plenty of space outside.”
“Yay!” Lucy cried out. “I wanna tell Jack.”
“You want to tell him that you’re going to get a bunny and call it Jack?”
She nodded, grinning. “Bunny Jack,” she said, clapping her hands together. “I like Jack. He’s my friend.”
“That’s fantastic, hun,” Lucas said. “I’m so glad you had a good day. So, you like school?”
She nodded, playing with the buttons of her cardigan. “I love school.”
+ – + – +
two chapters left, two days until nano. i’m really cutting it fine, i know, but i got lost in planning for turning point – the good news is all 30 chapters + prologue are plotted out as well as all the extra planning i’ve done, so as soon as hoh is over, i can throw myself into turning point … and plotting the chapters for books 2 and 3! if you follow me on ask/snapchat/instagram you’ll have seen this in some form already but i had a lot of fun creating a family tree for turning point today! (yes, i know i managed to miss the n in bernard smh)
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