“Mind telling me what the f**k is going on?” Cam lowers his side of the couch into the detached garage of my house.
We’re going to store all Allie’s stuff here until… well… I have no clue until when. I’d like her and the babies to stay here, but maybe I’m being unrealistic to think we can live in the same house for the next eighteen years while we raise our kids together, without being together. She wants a prince and I’m not up for being celibate for the rest of my life, so we’ll have to figure something out. Maybe we can build houses near one another or something.
“What do you want to know?” I ask.
He sits on the couch and crosses his legs so his ankle rests on his knee. “This is comfy. Is this where the babies were made?” He inspects it as though he’s expecting to find evidence or so
