“Fucking hell.” I shook my head back and forth. “Okay, we’re just going to lock Abby in her room until she’s thirty.”
“That might not be a bad idea.” She shrugged. “I think she’ll make better choices though. She’s a lot smarter than I was at her age.”
“That’s because you’re a much better Mom than ours was.” I nodded. “You do a good job with her, even if things are tough sometimes.”
“I have you to thank for most of that.” She sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when you get a girlfriend and want to move out!”
“I’ll always be around, even if I don’t live here. It’s too early to think about all of that anyway. We haven’t even had our first date.” I picked up the television remote and turned it on. “Not that it’s stopping Abby from giving me dating advice—and planning my wedding.”
“She’ll be the best flower girl ever—just saying.” Bridget winked at me.
“At the rate she’s trying to grow up, she might end up trying to be the minister.” I hit the button on the remote to switch the television to Netflix. “I assume you want to watch some stupid comedy movie since you’re high.”
“Absolutely—but none of that romantic garbage. Fine something raunchy.” She grinned.
“Here we go. This one is about two guys that get high and pretend to be police officers.” I nodded and hit the button to start the movie. “It’s rated R.”
“Perfect.” She turned towards the television screen.
At least this will distract me from what’s really on my mind—my date with Chloe.
