CHAPTER TWENTY-THREETalia
“Tri, you don’t have to be here. I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself,” Talia complained. She fussed on the couch, trying to reposition her bloated body so she could be more comfortable. It didn’t work, and she sat back, reluctantly accepting defeat.
She didn’t need anyone to babysit her. After all, she would probably go to bed before the game was even over. She’d been so sleepy lately. But with Trina here, she’d taken up residence on the couch.
“Will you please stop saying that? I am here because I want to be. It’s more fun when I have someone to watch the games with. Well, and because Harrison asked me to, but it’s the same thing. Plus, it’s like a mini vacation for the rugrats. They think staying at your house is like the greatest thing ever.”
Yep,
