The conversation in the laundry room is never far from my thoughts. All day long, no matter what we're doing, I keep coming back to it.
He's having wet dreams.
He's having wet dreams about me.
I try really hard to stifle the smile that keeps trying to come out. But he would know how giddy I am if I smile that big, because no one smiles while cleaning a kitchen. Especially when you have a three-year-old who likes to paint with peanut butter on the cabinets.
Yeah, Theo is proving to be a more ornery child than we first thought.
But not even peanut butter paintings can spoil this mood. Santos has always made it clear that his infidelities were not because of me. It had nothing to do with my body. It had nothing to do with my personality. It was all him and his own insecurities, combine
