Mister Moneybags

“I did. I loved your balls from the moment I first met you, and I especially loved your—”

“Be careful. She understands more than you think.”

“Ruff!”

“So does he,” I added.

We all packed into the waiting Town Car. After Bianca fastened Georgina into her car seat, our daughter was finally falling asleep.

Halfway into the ride home, it was actually quiet. A thought occurred to me as I turned to Bianca.

“You never told me what I was opening.”

“What?”

“That fantasy from years back. You kept getting interrupted whenever you’d go to tell me about it.” I rubbed her thigh. “What was it?”

“My fantasy at this very moment would be more along the lines of you opening a carton of ice cream and feeding it to me in bed while rubbing my feet. That sounds divine.”

I bent my head back in laughter. “We can do that.”

She ran her fingers through my hair. “Okay, you really want to know what it was?”

Leaning in, I growled, “Fuck yes.”

“Okay, so it started with you opening my…shit!”

The Town Car came to a screeching halt. My arm instinctively reached out across Bianca’s chest to protect her.

“Sorry about that, folks. Guy cut in front of me, so I had to slam on the brakes,” Sam said.

And that was the end of our peaceful quiet time.

Georgina woke up and began crying hysterically.

I bent down to kiss her head. “Shh…it’s okay.” Taking out my phone, I quickly logged onto YouTube and pulled up the Chance Bateman channel. I scrolled down to the video of his baby girl laughing hysterically at the goat’s noises, hoping it would help calm Georgina down.

She took my phone in her tiny hand, but it didn’t help. She started to cry even harder.

“Ruff!”

Bianca chuckled, “That backfired. Now, we have a barking dog, a goat saying ‘baa,’ a baby laughing, and a baby crying.”

The truth was, I couldn’t imagine my life without chaos. Couldn’t imagine my life without her, without them—without this.

“These are the sounds of life, Bianca.” I beamed. “Music to my ears, Georgy Girls.”

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