Chapter 61: “DANCE ON MY GRAVE....”

Ever since Samantha's big pregnancy announcement, she has been spending ever breathing moment in here. Well, not every single moment, but close to that.

As soon as I wake up and step into the living room, she's always right there. Sometimes, I wonder if she leaves at all.

For instance, here she was. Sitting idly and stretching out her legs on the coffee table!!!

“Wakey Wakey, eggs and bacon.” In a sing-a-song voice, she wiggled her brows at me.

I asked, “Do you live here now?” Not commenting, on her legs on my table!!!

“Yup. I gave up on my husband and thought to come to live with the international famous model. Women are swooning.” Waving her hand, she batted her lashes at me. Samantha is the goofy one, but she loves her husband to pieces. I haven't really met him though, I would like to. I'm starting to get too used to progesterone.

My eyebrow raised in question, “Tell me that's not true.”

“It totally is.”

“I wouldn't want your husband's wrath.”