Page 79 of The Situation
Gannon: Did Tate just ask to BORROW A BABY?
Ripley:
“Having any luck?” Mimi asks, her eyes pinned to her cowboy.
“Not yet. I’m working on it.”
“That timer should be going off any second.”
Me: I don’t need it for long. An hour, tops.
Gannon: Did you just call my daughter an “it”?
Jason: I’m so curious but too scared to ask questions.
Ripley: You can borrow Pancake and Waffles.
“Do puppies work?” I ask Mimi.
“Yes, but they aren’t as effective.”
Me: I’m happy to take them to the doggy park any time, but they won’t work for this project.
Gannon: Our children are not … You know what? I’m not having this conversation.
Me: You’re hateful.
Renn: Why do you need to borrow a baby?
Ripley: Can we go to prison if we hear this explanation?
Bianca: I don’t think so …
Me: Mimi says that women love men who have babies. Well, not men who have babies but men who hold babies.
Renn: Yeah, Arlo isn’t available to be your wingman. Good idea, though.
Me: It’s not like you need him. You already have Blakely. You’re being selfish.
The timer rings from the kitchen, and the blueberry smell grows thicker. My stomach rumbles as I get to my feet.
“My family won’t share their kids,” I say, offering my arm to Mimi. “They’re so rude.”
She loops her arm through my elbow. “I can’t give you a baby, or I would.” She shakes her head as we walk into the kitchen. “I’d give you ten babies, you little stud.”
Wow.
“Where are my oven mitts?” she asks herself as she piddles around the room.
I sit at the table and catch up on the texts.
Ripley: I’d let you borrow my kid, buddy. But I don’t have one.
Gannon: You would not.
Jason: On a serious note, we have a request for a jet for the Raptors next week. Do you still need that, Tate?
How would I know?A slow smile spreads across my lips.But I do know someone who does …
