Koen: When did you get your medical license, Dr. Anderson?
Noah: {middle finger emoji}
Keaton: I’ll have lunch sent over from Birds of a Feather.
Birds of a Feather was a bar the team frequented in downtown Huntington. Keaton and Henley purchased it as a final fuck you to the previous owner.
Lanie: Perfect. I’ve had a hankering for their southwest burger.
Koen: You like spicy meat, huh, Lanes?
Lanie: {middle finger emoji}
Noah: {middle finger emoji}
Koen: What’s with all the middle fingers today? You people have no sense of humor.
Duncan Palmer left the conversation.
Keaton Clark added Duncan Palmer to the conversation.
Keaton: Nice try, boss, but if I have to be on this thread, so do you.
Me: Fucker. I’ll remember this when it comes time for your annual review.
Me: Does anyone have anything pertinent to add?
Waverly: Do you need me there or can you fill me in later?
Me: Later is fine. Can you and Finn keep the twins a little longer?
Waverly: No worries. I’ll bring them home in time for dinner.
Me: Anyone else?
Nelson: Sammy made Sloane a batch of homemade chicken noodle soup. I’ll bring it with me.
Me: Thank her for me, Nelson. By the way, those patches you were experimenting with. Did you ever figure it out?
Nelson: I did.
Me: Bring some.
Sloane
I’d slept for hours, so why did I feel like I could doze off for thirty-seven more? Man, oh, man, being sick was for the birds, not that I had a ton of experience with it. For goodness’ sake the only time I’d been in the hospital was to give birth to Rogan and Reagan. It wasn’t something I wanted to repeat anytime soon. The kidney injury diagnosis hit a little too close to home, considering what my father was going through.
Poor Duncan was freaked out by the whole experience. Every fifteen minutes, like clockwork, he brought me another bottle of water. When I had four unopened ones sitting on the coffee table, I threatened to withhold sex for a month if he so much as thought about bringing a fifth. He meant well, truly he did, but I swore if he didn’t knock it off soon, I was going to call in reinforcements in the form of Henley and Jade. They’d straighten his butt out.
Duncan was down in his gym working off some excess energy when my phone pinged with a text. Thankfully, he’d pulled the coffee table close to the sofa and left anything I could possibly need within arm’s reach. Unlocking the screen, I clicked on the message and snorted. It was a picture of Ro and Reagan, their smiles filled the screen as if someone had zoomed in on theirfaces.
Waverly: As you can see, the munchkins got a hold of my phone earlier. There are about two dozen more, but I didn’t think you wanted a close up of the inside of Rogan’s nose. This was the only one where they were both in the frame together.
Me: It’s perfect. Thank you. Their obsession with taking pictures got worse when Duncan bought them cameras. Please tell me they’re being good for you guys.
Waverly: They’re perfect angels.
Me: Now I know you’re lying.