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“Whatever the cost, man, just let me know and I’ll pay it.” He smacks my back as he walks out.
Did I really just offer to throw Callie her first birthday party? Fucking hell.
Walking back up to my apartment from the gym, I shoot a text off to my sisters. Maybe if I’m nonchalant about it, they won’t ask many questions…
Hey, I need to throw a birthday party for my friend on Christmas. Do you mind helping?
Reagan
A FRIEND?! What friend? I didn’t know you had those.
Lucie
On Christmas? That’s three days away!
Just a friend. Will you help, yes or no?
Lucie
I’m going to need more information. I’m assuming you want me to bake the cake, so what flavors does he like? Should I make a baseball-themed cake?
Ah, fuck, here we go.
Definitely not baseball. I’ll ask her brother about the flavor.
Lucie
Shut the front door. HER!
Reagan
I have so many more questions now.
I won’t answer them. She’s a friend. I’ll cover the cost, just tell me how much you need.
Lucie has changed the group name to:Will’s Love Elves.
Reagan
Elves?
Lucie
It’s Christmas, we must be festive.
Change it back.
Chapter 12
Callie
Well, this is twenty-six. Sitting on my couch, still in my Christmas pajamas with a hot cup of peppermint tea to really set the mood.
I’ve been lazy so far today. I don’t usually like to lay around for hours, but today I didn’t get out of bed till eleven. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb and just snuggled in my bed until I finished my current read. I can’t tell if that sounds sad or not. I only missed a “Happy birthday” text from Adam and a call from Wyla and Stevie, so it’s not like I had much else going on.
Pulling out my phone I click on Wyla’s name, FaceTiming her back.
“Hey, it’s the birthday girl!” Wyla answers. “Stevie, Auntie Cals is on the phone.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth, I can hear the pitter-patter of Stevie’s feet barreling to her mom.
