Xander winced. He was surethatdidn’t go over well with Scarlet.
Idiot.
Esme
Right? Pretty sure he’s trying to figure out a way to get her OB to suggest bed rest without her finding out.
Bean
Haha! Good luck with that. Unlike Alvarez, Scarlet’s OB is not an idiot.
Can you ask Alvarez if they want me to bring Daisy home or to the clinic?
Esme
Sure. Hang on.
While he waited for Esme’s reply, he watched as Daisy settled herself on a swing with one hand clutching both the chain and Mr. Slothy. His lips twitched as she pumped her little feet, barely setting the swing in motion.
Walking toward her, he asked, “Want a push?”
“Yes, please!”
He plucked Mr. Slothy from her hand and tucked him into his jacket pocket. “Medium, high, or super high?”
“Super high!”
Medium it was. “Hold on tight with both hands, okay, peanut?”
Setting her in motion, he grinned when her high-pitched laughter rang out.
His phone buzzed. Continuing to push her with one hand, he checked his phone.
Esme
Alvarez says that if you want, you can bring her back to their house when you’re done at the playground. He’s expecting they’ll be home around six or seven.
Copy. We’ll get dinner before we head back.
Bean
What are you picking up for dinner?
I promised her ice cream after the playground. Then maybe some chicken nuggets and fries from Ray’s Diner.
Bean
Ugh. This is why you’re her favorite.
Damn straight. Me = also not an idiot.
He grinned when both women replied with a row of laughing emojis.
Bean
Do they need transportation back from the clinic?
Esme
