Alex
Dom— We are having a party!!
Mad— You are not invited.
Dom— The only one that shouldn’t be invited is you, little brother.
Mad— I’m his father.
Dom— Are you sure? (no offense to Bree, my sweetheart)
Mad— I will kill you. Slowly. (stop calling her your sweetheart. She’s not yours) *angry emoji*
Dom— She did kiss me first. *Kissing emoji*
Mad— You think so. *Middle finger*
I rolled my eyes at their bickering, if only their wives knew what they say behind their backs I was sure they’d end up in the living room, spending their nights on the couch. Miserably alone.
Dom— Speaking of thinking…
Mad— That you never do.
Dom— Do you think Bree’s second favourite Carter brother, after me obviously, is coming to the party.
Mad— You are not her favourite and she doesn’t have favourites
