Chapter 13It was Erik’s thirty-eighth birthday at the beginning of September.
Usually Erik’s birthday was spent out getting laddered with the lads at the pub, then drunkenly coming home to Andreas, maybe a bit of drunk s*x if he was capable of keeping it up long enough after drinking his body weight in real ale, then spending the following day with a good curry, a list of his favourite films, and some genuinely good s*x after the hangover had retreated.
Of course, that had been before the baby.
Andreas had been pregnant for Erik’s last birthday, but still at the manageable stage. He’d just looked fat, frankly. But this year, he wasn’t entirely sure of Erik’s plans. He wasn’t convinced a steaming drunk husband in the house with a new baby was the best of ideas.
So he was surprised the m
