Chapter 68 – Final Count Down

• Terra
• Life goes on, and somehow, Waylon and I finally settle into a rhythm. He chose to be a stay-at-home dad—which basically means eight monitors glued to his face for eight hours a day while pretending he’s not working. The man treats stock trading like a competitive sport, and honestly? He’s weirdly good at it. He knows exactly where to throw his money to make it multiply like rabbits.
• As for me, I went back to work at the company but asked to work from home—because pants with buttons are a hard no. Thankfully, Tyson was generous enough to give me the freedom to choose. I didn’t want to admit I’m spoiled, but let’s be real… I’m absolutely spoiled. Like, brunch-on-a-Tuesday kind of spoiled.