“What? It’s what the baby wanted. Don’t blame me. Blame them.” “It’s also what I wanted.” It’s a voice in the background. Male. Boston accent. “Is that Rio?” I ask, taking my phone back from my brother. Suddenly, Rio’s dark hair and goofy grin take over my phone. “I thought this was girls’ night?” His eyes narrow in confusion. “It is.”
Lmaoooooooooo
