He chuckled.
I bumped my shoulder with his.
Then a sudden sound filled the space.
Lila pulled her phone out, hit a button, and rummaged in her purse.
Then she pulled out a little kit.
I frowned, “What was that? And what is that?”
Cole looked at me, “It’s her insulin.”
Lila nodded as she opened the pack and grabbed what looked to be an alcohol wipe.
“What for?” I asked.
Because how did my kids know this and I didn’t?
Then I wanted to smack myself.
Cause they spend a lot of time with her, dumbass.
“I have diabetes. This is my insulin shot.”
I nodded, “Sorry you have that.”
She shrugged, “Could be worse.”
I lifted a brow at that, “How so?”
She snickered, “I could be allergic to chocolate.”
Madalyn giggled, “Right!”
I sat there as I watched Lila use the alcohol pad on her stomach, then she grabbed an injector, took in a breath, and then pushed it in.
I made a mental note to do some research when I get home that night.
The moment our food came out, we all dug in, just then my phone rang.
I frowned as I pulled it out, because no one called me this late.
Seeing Clutch’s name, I hit the button and brought the phone to my ear, “Everything okay?”
He sighed, “Yes and no.”
“Elaborate,” I said.
I felt Lila’s gaze on me, and I looked at her with a wink.
“Little shit head thinks he’s still something else. Challenged a big fighter to the ring. Gotta get a handle on that.”
I sighed. “I’ll take care of it.”
He snickered, “And I know you will.”
After we hung up, we finished eating.
