“Sorry I’ve been busy. Listen. Hypothetically speaking let’s say you had a baby on a table and she took a giant s**t and it ended up all the way up her back…what’s the first thing you would do?” I ask.
“Hypothetically speaking? Cut the s**t, what’s going on?” she counters.
“I see that loving motherly side hasn’t surfaced yet.”
“That comment isn’t going to win you any points,” she says. “Garrett not now.” She giggles. “I’m on the phone with my brother.” Another giggle.
My stomach rolls. As if this situation isn’t bad enough, I now have to listen to one of my best friends seduce my sister. He already got her pregnant what more does he want? Kill me now.
“Would you guys stop that? I’m serious. I need help.” Panic is laced through my every word.
“Okay, okay. I’m getting out of bed,” she
