Summer - Hart Momswap

And Fin stepped up. “Mr. Hart, your daughter used to be a robot. Now she can build a driftwood fort and she laughed so hard at a seal fart she snorted juice out her nose. Don’t you dare turn her back.”

Summer looked at her dad’s private jet. Then she looked at Brodie, who was nervously spinning a skateboard wheel. She looked at her mom, who was frozen, terrified of making the wrong choice. summer hart momswap

Mrs. Hart smiled a thin, sharp smile. “A corporate merger of the heart, sweetheart. Brodie and I are engaged. His daughter, Fin, will be staying with us for the summer. You two will be sisters .” And Fin stepped up

Mrs. Hart, inspired by Fin’s fire, found her own voice. “No. She’s staying. And so am I. Brodie—teach me to surf.” Now she can build a driftwood fort and

Fin’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding. My dad? With the lady who tried to pave the North Shore for a timeshare?”

Fin smirked. “You got a better deal. You got a second mom who doesn’t care if you fail. And I got one who makes sure I never settle for less than I’m worth.”