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“Pretzels and queso are amazeballs.”
I handed her the last pretzel bite and laughed. “You are right about that one, Del.”
She snatched the pretzel bite from me and grabbed the bowl of queso. “What?” she mumbled around a mouthful. “You can’t waste queso, Jay.” She dragged the pretzel bite through the cheese, making sure to get every last drop, then shoved it into her mouth.
I grabbed the bowl and turned to the sink to wash it. “You want some ice cream?” I asked over my shoulder.
“I think the monster inside me is satisfied for the time being. Ask us again in half an hour, though.”
A glance over my shoulder at her and found she was sitting back on the stool with her hands resting on her stomach. “Is that how you two communicate?” I asked. “Maybe I need to have a talk with the kid to tell him to lay off you for a bit.” I had been dying to get my hands on Delaney. Not just to feel the baby, either.
“Trust me, I’ve had many talks with this kid. He already has a mind of his own at two months in the womb.”
I finished washing the dish and grabbed the towel off the bar on the stove to dry it. “Do I get to pick what movie we watch tonight?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“Del, you were asleep not even ten minutes into that movie last night. At least let me pick the movie so I have something to watch while you snore.”
“I don’t snore,” she insisted.
Right, and birds didn’t fly. “Whatever you say.”
“Hey, you’re just trying to pacify me,” she accused me.
“No need arguing about something I know I’m right about.”
Her jaw dropped, and she scoffed. “You are not right, sir.”
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. “You can bet your ass I’m recording it tonight.”
She shoved her chair back and stood. “I’m never going to sleep in front of you ever again. Besides, you can’t record me without my knowledge.”
“Pretty sure I just told you I’m going to record you.”
“Well, that's inadmissible in a court of law because I’m not giving you consent.”
Jay blinked slowly. “Are you a med student or a law student?”
“I’m a med student who watches a lot of Dateline and Law & Order.” And that was that.
“Pretty sure that doesn’t mean you know what you’re talking about, Del.”
She flitted her hand at me. “I don’t snore, and you can’t record me doing it since I don’t do it.”
I held up my hands. I was not going to argue with her about this. “I hear you loud and clear.”
She huffed and rested her hands on her hips. “You can pick what we watch tonight, but it can’t be a race or something like that.”
There went my idea of putting on the Speed channel. “I’m sure we can find something to watch we will both like.”
“You didn’t like the Herbie last night?” She tried to keep a straight face, but a huge smile spread across her lips.
“Del, you gotta know you tortured me last night with that.”
“Oh please,” she laughed. “It had Lindsay Lohan in it. That’s totally eye candy.”
I cringed and shook my head. “Not for me, Del. Especially since she looked about sixteen in that movie.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like she was actually sixteen.”
“Doesn’t fucking matter. Chick is not what I’m into.” Far from it.
“And just what is your type?” she demanded.
“Look in the mirror, Delaney.”
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