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“Yeah, that’s not going to do tonight,” I counter. “Babe, we made these together,” I point between them, “and must deal with them together. There’s no holiday in parenting.”
“Our kids are assholes,” she releases on a breath. “Yeah, baby, they are. Total assholes, and we’re not fucking going out like this.”
“Just remember when times get hard, when your problems are blinding you, that you’re on a floating planet in the middle of a vast galaxy filled with the unexplainable, and the only thing holding you to it is an invisible force you can’t see.”
Somehow our children have finally managed to snap the most level-headed parent they have into action—and I’m so fucking here for it. In fact, it’s turning me the hell on. Bring it on, Daddy Thatch.
“Hockey books,” I deliver point blank, palming his shoulder. “Look for hockey books on her Kindle. And whatever you do,” I look between them, “do not let them fuck you with a grapefruit. No matter what they say.”
“If you tell me one more time that you’re mine, I’ll stay. I’ll wait until you graduate, and I’ll fucking ring your finger, Serena,” he whispers. “I will earn you, and I’ll fucking take you from the guy who deserves you. I’ll steal you right now from the man who deserves your hand, your heart, your body, your future. I’ll steal your fucking future because I want you that fucking much.”
