“Aw!” X crowed, making a fucking heart with his hands. “Mommy and Daddy aren’t fighting anymore!” “Dibs on being Daddy,” I muttered. Levi snorted on a laugh. “You’d pass out if I called you Daddy.” I raised an eyebrow. “Feel free to try it out if that’s what you’re into.” From his reclined position, X tossed the golf ball into the air, then swore when he mistimed the catch and it clonked him square in the forehead. He winced, rubbing it. “That was your fault. You two distracted me with your foreplay.”
