Page 75 of Waiting for Her

“Oh my gosh stop talking about your boobs and nipples!”

“You’re the one who started it!”

“Well you can let it go, now, yeah? Oh, and yes, I’m well aware he can’t fit your entire boob in his mouth. He would suffocate!”

“They’re huge, right?” Cole says, grinning like a moron.

“Seriously. Is that normal?” I ask, my voice incredulous. I’m not trying to stare but dang, it’s like a bad wreck on the side of the road. I can’t stop looking.

“My milk came in so, yes, they’ve gotten a little bigger.”

“Not trying to be the bearer of bad news here, but that’s not just alittlebigger.”

“You say bad news, I say fun,” Cole chuckles.

“If you ever get to play with them,” I tease, pointing at Anderson who’s obviously enjoying Mia’s enlarged breasts far more than Cole will be for the foreseeable future.

Cole grumbles and Mia giggles.

I leave Mia to it, so she can have some privacy, and walk into their kitchen to grab a drink. I pull a can of soda out of the fridge and crack it open.

“I heard you had a little visitor last night.”

Cole’s leaning his hip against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

I nod, the fizzy liquid burning down my throat.

“How’d that happen?”

I narrow my eyes.

“What do you know?”

He laughs way harder than the conversation warrants. You’d think going through medical school and residency he’d be used to no sleep. Seems he’s become delirious in fatherhood. “It’d probably be quicker for me to say what I don’t know.”

Such a funny, tired man.

“What was Kennedy doing there?”

I raise my eyebrows.

He smirks. “I might be tired, but I was awake enough to hear the gossip.”

“This family needs to get a life,” I mumble.

For as long as I can remember, our family, extended and otherwise, hasn’t done well with keeping secrets. Well, aside from keeping everything regarding Bri from me.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but she was trying to convince me to come with her to a work party tonight.”

“By sticking her tongue down your throat?”

I scrub a hand down my face and slam my soda can on the counter. “Fuck me, is nothing private anymore?”

His only response is, “Never has been.”

I decide it’s much easier to come out with it, so I give him the shortened version of how my Friday night turned out.

“And this morning?”

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