(Winters POV)
“Babe? Why are you fussing over this? It’s just game night with the gang.” I said as I watched her setting the table with all the snacks and pizzas we’d bought.
I know this is our first time hosting the gang this way, but I think she’s gone a bit overboard. She’s got huge bowls of a variety of chips with dips on the side, copious amounts of pepperoni and cheese, hot wings, and pizza. She also has the widest variety of soda-pops I’ve ever seen outside a convenience store, fruit and vegetable trays, pudding, and a variety of cupcakes.
But she’s not happy that they’re not my sisters, so she’s fussing over that, and she’s upset because I got hot wings instead of BBQ wings. There’s no plain pizza because I didn’t think anyone, including the kids, would eat plain pizza when th
