Christian leaves me to the tv while he trashes the magazine and goes to make us some lasagna.
He had suggested french toast, but the implication Alone makes me feel sick to my stomach.
Good to know I'm in that stage of my pregnancy. I settle for that's so raven reruns until I'm
Interrupted less than three minutes in by my phone.
It better not be the girls. I want them to suffer in their hungover state at least until dinner as
punishment for taking me to a strip club.
It takes a moment to fish my phone out from he cushions, but I see it's an unknown number when
I do. Normally I don't answer, but with the wedding coming up, alot of people have been calling
to confirm things that Chey ordered.
Hoping it's not the tulle guy again, I answer with a cheerful "Hello."
"Vasilisa," my o
