“I still don’t get why we’re not at the mall,” Derek reiterates as he parks his car. Bea and Tris are in the back in their car seats, and I swear the eldest girl is vibrating with excitement.
I roll my eyes at this. “I’ve already told you!” I tease with a laugh.
“So, explain it again!” He shoots back, smirking.
I unclip my seat belt, shaking my blonde curls from side to side. I get out of the front seat, before I help Bea out of her own.
“Am I really doing this?” She whispers once I’ve shut her door. “I can’t stop smiling.”
I squat down and touch her arm with my hand. “You should be excited, I’m glad you’re looking forward to it.”
Bea nods eagerly. “I didn’t think Daddy would let me.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know, something that he argued a bunch with Mommy.”
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