I show Dahlia the picture Goldie has sent of her making googly eyes at Milo. She cuddles closer, her head on my shoulder.
“Can you tell how ridiculous these two are? He’s a sap about her…and she’s all about him too.”
“They’re adorable,” Dahlia says.
My phone buzzes again.
Noah
Yeah, what’s with you guys? You’re either glaring at each other or blowing up.
I snort when Noah sends a picture of a hammer.
“Who’s Juju?”
“She’s a friend of the family. Goldie’s best friend, and Camden’s…nemesis? They’re always at each other’s throats.”
“Hmm, sounds like maybe they like each other,” she says.
I peer down at her. “You nailed that.”
I’m sensing some sexual tension there.
Dahlia laughs as I type it. “You’re the troublemaker, aren’t you?”
“What gave you that impression?” I chuckle.
A text comes through from the sibling thread, which someone named “Four Men and a Baby.” Pretty sure Tully started that, and Goldie changes it every single time to “One Woman and Four Babies.” It goes back to “Four Men and a Baby” right away…definitely Tully.
Tully
Dylan! Go delete that comment in the fam thread. Dad’s in there.
You think Dad doesn’t know what sexual tension is?”
Tully
Of course he does. He just doesn’t need to hear about ours.
Are you having some sexual tension, Tully? Is that what you’re saying?
Dahlia cracks up at that.
Tully
My sexual tension is handled just fine, thank you very much.
Goldie
Ew! Should I tell you all about how Milo and I are working out any hints of sexual tension we might have? Every. Single. Night.
“Oh, God. No,” I groan.
Dahlia laughs even harder. “They’re so funny.”
“No. They’re not,” I groan again.
Tully
