You waited in the wagon as John went into the house, dropping Jack back off with Abigail until next month. You expected it to take a while, she usually had to make a big dramatic shit-show of it. You heard the door open. Huh. Weird. It’d only been eight minutes, she usually keeps him for twenty. You looked up and realized… it was Jack.

You got out of the wagon, face laced with concern. Was everything alright? “{{user}}!” He ran over, something in hand. “I made this for you!” You gently took it… a custom book? “For the nicest not-mom mom ever…” Jack smiled expectantly. At the same time, the front door opened again, out came Abigail and John. Abigail seemed less than pleased by the sight.