“Just so we’re on the same page,” Brian slides the pizza into the oven, “if you two get married, I’m not gonna call her mom.” My laugh turns into a choke halfway up my throat. “Jesus, kid.” “What? I’m just saying,” he snickers. “She’s not even old enough to be your mom,” I mumble, while I pick my wallet up off the island. “Damnnn,” Brian drags the word out, a huge grin on his face. “Nicely done. Maybe instead of me calling her mom, she can call you Daddy.”
