Harley
I get it.
SDILF
Don’t wait up for me.
A baseball-sized knot forms in my throat.
Chapter 38
A lot to handle
Harley
As I enter my office with a cup of coffee in one hand and a warm cookie in the other, my phone rings. I drop the items on my desk and fish for my phone inside my handbag.
My face breaks into a huge grin.
I accept the video call. “Isn’t it a little late in Copenhagen to be calling?”
Ciara returns my smile. “It’s a little past ten. Nik is working in his home office on a proposal with a looming deadline. I’m hanging out in the living room until he’s done, so we can go to bed together.”
“The triplets aren’t the ones keeping you up?”
“Not this time. No little nuggets are kicking soccer balls in my tummy.”
We laugh.
“You made it to Friday. Yay.” She brandishes a fist in the air “How was your first week.
“Give me a sec.”
“Holding.”
I get up and close the door to my office.
I snatch the mug and the small plate on the way to my chair and sit.
“I got an afternoon pick-me-up.” I take a sip of my latte.
“Bitch. I hate you.” Ciara frowns. “I miss the New Yorkcawfeeculture so much. I misscawfeein general. I’m totally jealous.”
“The babies will be here soon, and you’ll be able to drink coffee again— Wait. Can you drink coffee while breast-feeding?”
“Girl, it didn’t hit me until a couple a months ago. When I asked my doctor, she said it was safe as long as I don’t drink a bucketful of coffee per day.”
I swipe my hand across my forehead. “Phew.”
“If it wasn’t the case, women would never have babies. Can you imagine pushing the equivalent of a watermelon out of your vagina and not being able to drink coffee for the foreseeable future? Back in the day when women had seven, eight, nine kids or more, the world order would’ve been fucked up if those women weren’t able to drink coffee. As women, we’re strong, but not that strong. Coffee is essential.”
“I agree.” I lift my mug. “May your coffee kick in before reality does.I can’t remember where I read that quote, but truer words have never been spoken.”
“Hear, hear.”
“But you can still eat cookies.” I lift mine.
Ciara’s eyes widen.
