“I wanna get fucked-up.” “Newsflash, Playboy, you are.” My head snaps her way, eyes angry... until I see hers. Hers are smiling. Perceptive. “It’s true, you bought a pink and blue wolf so no one would know for sure what the baby was when they peeked. And guess what. They all peeked. They told me,” she teases. “So fucked-up,” My frown begins to fade, and before I can stop it, a low laugh leaves me.
