Don’t take this the wrong way, but fuck you.
Me
What’s wrong?
Charli
Oh, nothing. Just sitting here with my head in the toilet.
Me
Shit, Charli. What do you need?
Charli
For you to take over the morning sickness part of this pregnancy. I don’t want to do that.
I snort a chuckle, turning at the end of the street. My pace is clipped, and the only reason I don’t run is because I’m texting.
Me
If I could, I would in a heartbeat. What can I do?
Charli
Nothing. I’m just feeling crummy, and figured if I have to be up before the sun, then so do you.
Smiling, I fire off my reply.
Me
The sun’s already up, sweetheart.
Charli
Great.
I can practically hear the sarcasm pouring through the screen.
Me
Is your front door locked?
Charli
Excuse me?
Me
The deadbolt. Is it locked?
Charli
Yes, of course.
Me
Can you unlock it and then go lie down?
