But, where’s the fun in that?
So in end, we found the magic everyone was always saying they found in Thanksgiving. Because we found family, in her. And year later, we’re about to sit down for that holiday all over again. I’m cooking my first ever turkey. Gavin’s trying his hand at cranberry sauce, but I’m not holding my breath. Samantha says she’s in charge of dessert and that she’s got “pie” for us. But, something about that glint in her eyes as me thinking it’s not pumpkin or apple.
…I’m pretty sure I’m going to fucking devour it too, until she’s screaming for more.
So here we all are.
We got the girl.
We got our happy ending.
And damn are we thankful for that.
The End.