“He’s just here to talk about how sad he is that Brooke’s turning nine today.”
“So be a good best friend and listen to him whine about it, Grey Davis.” Luan pushes me off him. Before I get the chance to roll back on top of him, he stands and makes his way over to the bathroom.
“But I’ll whine with him because how dare she?” I want to cry just thinking about Brooke growing up, and she’s not evenmykid.
Luan chuckles. “See, one more reason to be there for Miles. Cry together.”
“I hate you, just so you know,” I say when he walks into the bathroom.
Luan turns around to look at me with raised eyebrows, keeping that sexy as fuck smile on his face. As always. “Hm, I remember you saying something else just a few minutes ago.”
My eyes fall to his cum on his stomach, and I can feel myself slowly starting to harden again at the sight of it. “Must’ve heard wrong.”
“Apparently so.” He disappears into the room, leaving me behind.
I get up, then follow my boyfriend into the bathroom, not to get into the shower with him, although I want to, but to at least have the decency to wipe off Luan’s cum on my torso before putting on some boxers to go see Miles.
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“She set a flippingplasticbowl onto ahotstove, Grey!” Miles complains, being near damn tears. “I love Emory, really, but sometimes…”
Turns out, his much-needed rant isn’t about Brooke after all.
“It was an accident, I know, but I love my stove.”That he does.
“Remember when you ‘accidentally’ punched Emory’s newest painting that she was freakishly proud of?” I ask. “She probably felt the very same as you do right now.”
Miles groans because he knows I’m right, then leans his head against my shoulder. “I should’ve given you ten minutes. You smell like—Anyway….” Miles straightens his back again, pulls up his legs onto my sofa and turns to face me. “Brooke said I’m being mean.”
“You are,” I confirm without even knowing why she said it. If my little Brooke says Miles is being mean, he is. I’llalwaysside with that kid.
“Shut up and hear me out.”
“Fine.” Only because I’m curious.
“Remember those chores ‘gift cards’ she made for me for my birthday last year?” I nod. “Yeah, well, this morning after I woke her up for school, I handed her one of them and said I’ll be cashing it in today. And so she called me mean because, apparently, I was supposed to forget they existed.”
She’s not wrong. “It’s her birthday, love. Cashing one in today is rude.”
“IT WAS THE HUG ONE!” He leans back on my sofa, looking up at the ceiling. “I just wanted a hug from my daughter.”
“You get those all the time anyway. Brooke loves you. It’s a miracle when she’snothugging you.” It’s not as bad anymore as it was when she was four or five, but Brooke is still very fixated on Miles. A pretty unhealthy amount of fixated if you asked me. Then again, she only just turned nine years old today, and I have absolutely no idea how much is too much. Maybe it’s a normal amount of being clingy, I wouldn’t know. It’s not like Brooke doesn’t stay away from Miles, because she does. She goes to school like every normal kid does, she plays ice hockey and takes ballet and figure skating lessons, and she has occasional sleepovers with her friends and me every other time I’m back home. However, whenever she is at home, Brooke rarely occupies herself. She’s mostly wherever Miles is, helping him cook or clean, or they’re playing games, cuddle.
“I know, but since I can’t cash them in with Eden, I thought a hug on her birthday won’t hurt. Turns out, it will.”
“Did you try asking Eden for a hug?” That kid hugs me all the time, I don’t know where Miles’s problem is with him. Though, to be fair, Eden loves his father, he simply prefers his mother.
“Did I try—” He laughs, sitting up again. “You know, I tried kissing mywifeyesterday, and he won’t even let me do that. Now imagine me asking him for a hug. That kid is the devil in person, I am telling you.”
“He looks pretty adorable to me, love. And it’s not like he ignores your existence. He loves you… every time he’s hungry or wants a new toy.”
Once again, Miles groans. “That little kid is lucky I love him, otherwise I would not tolerate his behavior.”
“You would, because he’s four.”
“Don’t remind me!” Miles slides both of his hands down his face ever so dramatically. “Anyway, tonight’s going to go awholelot differently than planned.”
Already figured as much. Just yesterday Colin and Aaron both dropped that huge bomb on us that Sofia and Lily are pregnant, which now makeseverysingle woman in our friend group pregnant. Emory’s about five months along though, I think? Sofia and Lily aren’t.