#Chapter72
Damn, Son. Did You Forget Your Raincoat?
Patty
Life calmed down, except for one minor problem. Nate and I didn’t calm down.
Nixon was around six months old when I found out I was expecting again. I’m not the only one expecting, so were Cayson and Dominique. However, Nate and I made an excellent team. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Damn, that was quick.
Breaking the news to our parents was even better.
/"Damn, son. Did you forget your raincoat again?/" Lucille asked him.
/"I swear those raincoats are defective./" Nate rolled his eyes.
/"And thus, I got snipped,/" Jonas said.
Nate’s temper flared, and he smacked Jonas upside the head.
/"Nathaniel Mark!/" I said.
/"He deserved it!/" Nate told me
/"We have little eyes watching us./" I pointed at the boys.
/"Shit,/" Nate said.
/"Shit,/" Nash said.
/"No! No shit!/" I spoke.
/"Shit. Shit. Shit,/" Nash said.
