“I love you too Colton.”
“You can show me how much next time I see you.”
“Boy, stop being mannish.”
“Ma, I am a man.”
I heard a smack.
“Ow, Ma!”
“What did I say? Stop being mannish.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I heard her mumbling to herself in the background about ungrateful children and how she knows she raised them better, I couldn’t help but crack up.
“Sorry ma, I love you.”
“I love you too baby, now can you get out of my house. I have a date coming over later. I need to get my face on.”
“Ew, ma.”
“Shut up boy.”
“Syd, let me finish helping my mom. I’ll call you back in a bit.”
I hung up the phone with him and called Steph, feeling like a giddy teenager, to tell her everything.
I couldn’t believe how my luck had changed. After almost two and a half years of, well, whatever Phil an
