Page 72 of I Knead You Tonight

He chuckles, accepting the beer, but doesn’t say anything.

“So, Drew,” Porter says from my other side, and I turn toward him. “Wren tells me you’re enjoying being a single mom. Is that true?”

I laugh at his candid question. “It’s an…interesting experience. A little harder to navigate than I thought it’d be, but I’m making it work.”

“Which part is your favorite? The shitty diapers, the constant drool, the crying, or the lack of sleep?”

“It’s definitely the shitty diapers. I can live with those. The crying gives me a headache, the drool is disgusting and constant, and the lack of sleep makes me a raging bitch. Well,moreof a raging bitch.”

Porter laughs. “I do not miss those baby days one bit. I never want to go through that again.”

“Really? You’d take the terrible twos over the baby days? I hear those are the worst.”

“Oh, definitely. I have a really goodnovoice and Kyrie wasn’t about to try to push my buttons.” He leans into me. “My advice? Practice that voice now.”

I chuckle. “Noted.”

“So, uh, what’s with the postnatal baby shower?”

“It’s kind of a long story.” I feel my cheeks heat, because the idea of itdoessound silly, but I didn’t have the time to have one before the baby came. I was too busy working myself to the bone to get ready for this new journey in my life.

“You realize you’re supposed to have thosebeforethe baby is here, right? That’s when you get all the good loot.”

Winston chimes in. “That’s exactly what I told her, but she doesn’t listen for shit. She’s stubborn.”

“Shecan hear you,” I say to him.

“Hedoesn’t give a shit.”

I turn back to Porter. “Sorry about him. He’s the worst.”

“He isnotthe worst,” Winston insists.

“Lies.”

“Bull.”

“Cannot confirm.”

Winston stares at Foster, Wren, and Sully, who all just turned on him in a heartbeat.

“What the fuck? You’re all awful friends.” He sits forward in his chair, reaching next to him and pinching Riker’s cheek. “Except you. You’re my best friend.”

Foster pulls Riker away. “What the fuck am I? Chopped liver?”

“A traitor,” Winston tells him. “With a little dick.”

“Not true,” Wren insists. “I can attest to this.”

“Unfortunately,” Sully says, “I can too.” He looks to Foster, who’s just grinning. “I can’t believe you slept naked on the couch.”

“I get night sweats,” Foster argues. “Not my fault.”

“Don’t you dare blame your night sweats.” Porter points at him. “You used to get nakedallthe time. You didn’t even have to be drunk. You have zero humility.”

“Wait a second.” I sit forward. “Haseveryonehere seen Foster’s dick besides me?”

They all nod, throwing out various affirmative responses.

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