14
Ginny
The late nights where Liam and I hang out have become routine. He works out in the morning, then I go to work or take Bean to her appointments, then we come back together in the evening for superhero training with Bean if she’s not too tired. It sort of became an unspoken agreement that Liam would stick around while I tuck Bean into bed and then we just hang out.
“I can’t believe you never learned how to do a cartwheel,” I say.
“I’m a guy,” he says. He crosses his arms over his chest and gives me a look like I should know better than to think a guy would do a cartwheel.
“Yeah, so. It’s secret or stunt. You either have to tell me a secret or do a stunt.”
He looks at the living room. There’s definitely not enough room in here for him to attempt a cartwheel.
He sighs and shake
