“And I already feel fucking awful for the thing.” “He may not have addiction problems, Lo,” I say. “No, it’s not that.” Lo looks up from his napkin and points the pen at Connor. “Our kid is going to have to compete with theirs. It’s already fucked and it’s not even born yet.” I can’t help it, I smile. Connor tries hard not to, hiding his grin into the rim of his cup.
LITERALLYYY. AW OMG. SO CUTE.
