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She thinks for a moment before letting out an obnoxious sigh. “Maybe we could go out foradrink.”
“Five drinks,” I try to haggle.
“Two. Final offer.”
“Fine. We can go to the male strip club.”
“Nope. We can go to Andre’s.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Liz, we have to do something better than going to the bar that our parents own.”
“You can pick another bar, but everyone has to remain clothed. That means you too, Ronnie.”
“It’s like you don’t even care about me having fun.”
“Ronnie,” she warns.
“Alright, alright. I’ll pick another bar.”
Luna shifts in my lap. Shit, I was so busy trying to get my way that I almost forgot I was holding the baby.
A gal has to have priorities.
I look down at her and can’t help but notice how cute she is. I can see why people are lured in by these things.
Suddenly, I feel something warm and wet on my leg.
“Uh, Leah,” I say. “I think your baby is leaking. And I have no idea which orifice it’s coming out of.”
And just like that, any warm and fuzzy feelings I had toward babies go right out the window.
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Time for Some Fun
Drew
“Better,” I say to myself as I glance around at Colton’s room. I’ve spent all day trying to get it looking as good as possible, and I think I’ve done a decent job.
I am in no way an interior designer. However, it’s looking more and more like the room he had in Miami. A perk to this place is that his room is much bigger. I still need to do quite a bit of work to it, but almost everything is unpacked now.
More room for toys is always a good thing. I just hope he likes it when he comes back home.
This morning, I dropped him off to Natalie’s mom. When we decided to move here, she assured me that she wanted to take Colton as much as possible.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t take her up on that offer. But her last visit to Miami changed my opinion. Within the past five years, she had to bury her husband and her only child. Colton is her last remaining family, and she wants as much time with him as possible.
So, I guess it’s a beneficial arrangement for both of us. She gets time with her grandson, and I get a little bit of a break.
I love my son with all my heart, but I’m human and need some downtime every once in a while.
And every once in a while, I could really use a beer.
Like right now.
Tomorrow evening, I have Jack’s wedding, but I need something to get into tonight.
Should I stay home and get more done?
