Causing tension and pressure on a glass until it cracked in a spiderweb effect, Cece hadn’t meant to push him. But once she had? There was no going back.
“How long are you going to ignore Fredrico?” Her question making him exhale, Romeo tried to be levelheaded, “I’m not.” But Cece egged, “You are.”
Ready to chuck the carrots he was scarfing down into her mouth, so she’d be quiet, Romeo refused to give up his snack to hush her. And instead said, “I’m trying to be an attentive partner to my wife. I don’t want Penelope shouldering all the responsibility for Angel. She has me. And let’s not forget I still have Mateo-.”
Only Cece felt it fair to point out, “You have our parents here, her parents here, and me and Fredrico here. Mateo is fine and adjusting, and Penelope is already the great
