LoveHarley: but it happens you know? You were little once too. I think about how I would have liked to be treated when I was that age when I have to make hard decisions about Evie
GlitterDoctor: So do you charge hourly for lessons, or what?
LoveHarley: nah :) I dont charge
LoveHarley: this is the single dad support group. It wouldnt b much of a support group if we didnt support each other
After years of friendship, the Single Dad chat had turned from a support group into a water cooler. At any given time it was far more likely to find them shooting the shit than balls deep in discussion about the best cures for diaper rash, or what amount would constitute a fair allowance. But now, in the face of a shifting dynamic, the chat had returned to its core principles—it was a place without judgment where friendships were forged.
Or in this case, mended.
Damien blinked the cloudiness from his eyes, made a note to send out a memo to the other offices about late-night onion cutting, and returned to the chat with more hope than before.
KnotMyProblem: I really appreciate you guys
KnotMyProblem: I’m glad that we can have an honest discussion about what went on. I know that what I did was shitty, and that I should have talked to Gwynn about it the second things started going down, but I didn’t, and I’m humbled that you’d give my stupid ass a chance to talk it out
xVerity: There are always two sides to every story, and both of them are equally valid.
Gwynning: Although your ass is incredibly stupid
LoveHarley: its okay Gwynn. next time Knot does something really dumb you know how to punch like a pro
KnotMyProblem: I’ve changed my dumb-ass ways
KnotMyProblem: I can’t promise I’ll never make another mistake, but what I can do is guarantee that I won’t make this one ever again
xVerity: Understandably, since no one else has an 18+ son
Damien snorted.
KnotMyProblem: I meant that I’m settling down. The man who used to pine for love is no more. My bibbidi-bobbidi-boo has worked. This Single Daddy is single no more.
GlitterDoctor: You make it sound like you’re getting married
GlitterDoctor: ARE you getting married?
Damien wasn’t, but the way his heart jumped made him think that one day it might not be such a bad idea.
KnotMyProblem: No, not yet
Gwynning: Thank god
Gwynning: No offense, Knot
KnotMyProblem: None taken
KnotMyProblem: If some of you don’t know, Matthew and I are expecting
GlitterDoctor: Like… a package?
GlitterDoctor: A pizza?
GlitterDoctor: To be the beneficiaries listed in Gwynn’s will?
KnotMyProblem: A baby
GlitterDoctor: xV, you taught him how to bibbidi-bobbidi too hard
