“I can’t eat all that.”
He hunkered down in front of me, setting the plate on my lap. “Hopin’ you’ll try.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
“A heart attack is what I’ll suffer if I eat all this food.”
I raised an eyebrow and sighed, picking up a chip and popping it in my mouth. He smiled again. “Good start. I’m gonna grab something for me.”
“Can you make sure Mina eats, please?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said gruffly, walking away.
“He’s warming to kids, I see,” Bellamy whispered.
I sighed, popping another chip into my mouth. “She’s chosen him, so...”
“Kids know the real thing when they see it.”
“Right?” I breathed out. “I just hopehedoesn’t run.”
“Babe, you’re beat to shit, needing help to wipe your ass and he’s still here. I don’t think he’s going to run.”
“Can I remind you that he is not the one who’s going to be wiping my ass?”
She rolled her eyes. “With how much you pee, I bought a big box of gloves.”
“Rude.”
“But accurate.”
I shrugged. “True story.”
I could actually wipe my own ass, but I appreciated my best friend’s commitment to my well-being.
She chuckled and I watched as Jekyll led Mina to the table laden with food, hunkering down beside her to talk to her.
“Oh my god,” Bellamy whispered.
I bit back tears. “Right?”
“He so loves kids.”
“Yep,” I agreed.
“You guys are gonna have the cutest babies,” she continued.
“Okay, slow your roll there, mistress from hell.”
“They’re gonna be so cute,” she squeaked. “It’ll be like Ed Sheeran had a baby with BTS.”
God, my bestie was obsessed with BTS. I, myself, would rather have my eyeballs plucked out by crows than be forced to listen to that crap.
“They’re K-Pop,” I droned.
“They’re beautiful,” she breathed out.
