Marabella POV
A month and a half later...
“No. I’m telling you it goes there,” Dominic argues with my father Mateo.
“Then what is this piece for? You have it upside down,” he replies, holding the piece of wood. They both look at my other father holding the instructions while I rock in the chair rubbing my huge round belly. I look like a beach ball.
“I say, just screw it together, get some hex screws and duct tape,” Andrei says and they all look at him as he holds the drill.
“And that is exactly why you pass the tools,” Mom tells him. She plucks the instructions out of Dad’s hands and turns them the right way up, clicking her tongue. “Out of all of you, you have half a brain cell between the lot of ya,” scolds my mother.
“Yeah, leave it to the assembly Queen,” Sage says, pointing to herself and plucking the drill from Uncle Andrei’s hand.
“Fine. We will start on the chest of draws,” Dominic says, turning to the other assembly kit.
“No!” Mom, Sage, and I say in unison. All of them look
