Chapter 283: White

Of all the assholes in this world, this one got blessed with an angel. I’m the luckiest asshole there is. – Chance

Chance grumbled as he made his way to the front door. He found his mother and sister, Evie and Karan.

“What time is it?” he asked as the four women entered.

“Eight.” His mother said and his sister added “Ish.”

“Define nine. Ish.”

“Seven thirty.” Karan laughed.

“I need coffee.” Chance said making his way past the women and to the kitchen.

“Where’s Rye?” Karan asked as they all followed him into the kitchen.

“Asleep.” He answered starting the coffee pot and effortlessly making a bottle. Down the hall Michael began to cry. “You’re late, buddy.”

“He’s late?” Evie asked as they heard baby giggles. “And I’m leaking.”

Chance handed her a box of breast pads from the cabinet with bottles and formula. “Don’t ask. We keep getting them in the mail.”

“You’re on the newborn mailing list.” Evie said as she pulled damp breast pads out of