Charlene wanted to crawl under the couch and stay there. Sofia wasn’t making this any better. “Sofia, I really need to go.”
“Stay. I can update you on the situation from this morning,” Seth said.
“You know the rules Seth. No talking about work,” Sofia said firmly.
It was funny, because earlier Sofia had no problem discussing it. Was the rule only for the guys? That was possible, but Charlene wasn’t buying it. Sofia was acting peculiar. It could just be her wanting company. Adult conversation must be nice after being stuck home all day with a baby.
Charlene wasn’t going to get out of having dinner. And it looked like Seth felt equally trapped. If this was any other time, Charlene wouldn’t care who was there, she’d settle herself down on that large couch and find some outrageous topic to lighten the mood. But she didn’t want Seth to see that side of her, at least not any more than he already had.
Who the heck am I kidding? The damage is already done.
This was her free time. Charlene didn’t want to start monitoring ever single word she said 24/7. It wasn’t like she was at Seth’s home. If that was the case, maybe she’d hold back. But Sofia loved her just like she was. Who cared what Seth thought?
Charlene walked over to the couch and kicked off her shoes. “Then let’s get this dinner party started.” She pulled out her cell phone and searched for pizza places. “What toppings?”
“Excuse me?” Seth questioned.
“Pepperoni. Mushrooms. Meat lovers.” She looked him over and said, “I bet you’re an anchovies’ guy. There’s always one,” she teased.
“It’s buffalo chicken if you must know, but I don’t recall us saying what we were eating,” Seth stated.
“It’s tradition. At least with Sofia and I. That is unless you want to break it and order something else?” she offered.
Seth waved his hand for her to continue. “Whatever the ladies want is fine with me.”
I want to get out of here, but that was shot down.
“Okay, I got it. Order is placed and will be delivered in thirty minutes,” she said proudly slipping her phone back in her purse. “What should we do while waiting? I have this game on my phone that we could play.”
“I know what I’m doing. Changing and feeding Liliana. Charlene, you’ll need to entertain these two until I return.” Sofia left Charlene to fend for herself.
“Okay, so she’s not here. Want to update me now?” Charlene asked.
Sofia’s voice boomed over a baby monitor sitting beside the couch. “I can hear you. Don’t make me come back in there or you’ll be changing the baby...”
That was enough of a warning. “Or we can talk about the weather. Looks like snow,” Charlene said dryly.
“You can do better than that,” Sofia said over the speaker.
Charlene shook her head. “Dylan, you can tell us, is she always this bad or just since the baby?”
Dylan raised his hands and said, “You’re not getting me in the middle of this.” In a low voice, practically a whisper he added, “I have to live with her, remember?” Dylan turned to his older brother for help.
Seth said, “Yes. It does look like snow.”
Charlene laughed. “I can’t believe it. Two grown ass men afraid of one lactating woman.”
Seth look stunned and she swore he shuddered at the word. It took everything in her not to burst out laughing. Dylan wasn’t fazed one bit. Of course he was living it. So, in true hubby fashion, Dylan defending his wife, kind of. “She’s a Marciano. Or have you forgotten?”
“You say that like being a strong woman is a bad thing,” Charlene defended, but glad Dylan recognized Sofia as being one.
“If I thought that, I wouldn’t have married one,” he replied. “Seth, what are your feelings on this?”
Seth shot Dylan a look and said, “Simple. Remain single and you won’t ever have to argue about such things.”
“You don’t want to get married and have children?” she asked. It wasn’t her business, but he was the one who opened the line of questioning.
“Damn. Can we go back to the weather?” Seth asked.