Maybe nuts?
Maybe not?
It was hard to tell…she liked Olivia…so probably nuts.
“Okay, yes.” Standing straighter, Olivia looked happy again. “That’s a great plan. I’m not going to let them get me down.”
Nope.
“Is soup guy still here?” She looked around and frowned. “Did you kidnap him?”
“No.” Big boy time. “He wants to show me he’s sorry.”
Ha.
Big boy sentence.
“That’s nice…but kind of weird and maybe a red flag?” Olivia liked red flags, so I didn’t know why she was worried. “Do I need to chase him off for you?”
Daddy?
“No, we’re going to hang out.” Why? Hmm? “He’s going to come home with me for Christmas. His family is traveling.”
Oh, I was a good big boy.
“Okay.” Look, look, look. “Your kitchen is different. Never mind. I’m going to go text Cheri or Cherry or whatever her name is.”
Oh dear.
No.
“Victoria.”
Olivia perked up. “That’s right. You’re so good with details. Okay. See you later. Let me know if you need me to bring you dinner tomorrow. Evidently that new squash soup isn’t selling. I think it’s the color.”
Eww.
“Bye.”
Bye-bye wave.
Slam.
All done.
“I’m not eating that soup no matter what’s wrong with it and she’s a menace to every lesbian on campus.”
Yep.
Daddy was frowny and grumbly as he stomped into the kitchen. “And let’s make it clear right now…kissing is cheating, Chipmunk.”
No kissing other Daddies…got it.
“No kissing.” I crossed my heart over my chest and nodded. “It’s cheating. Got it.”
Daddy looked confused but he nodded. “That’s right. She’s ridiculous and that’s cheating.”
No kissing other Daddies meant I could kiss my Daddy?
