Call Me When You’re Sober
Bekka rolled her ever loving eyes. “Sure.” She shrugged. The next morning Bekka woke up feeling like a hangover. “Nothing smells good.” She walked into the kitchen seeing Dallas eating breakfast. “Is that avocado toast? gross.” she crinkled her face in disgust. “Thanks for handling things the way you did last night… I know if you hadn’t my mother would probably have custody of my boys. Speaking of which can toddlers eat frozen grapes? I’m a still fresh to the solid foods trends for tiny adults. I know that it should be healthy and get a vitamin or two out of it but hey what are Flintstones vitamins for? Give them the pizza and make them wash down a good ol’ fred shaped chalkie with my triple espresso macchiato on the way to Grandma’s.” She laughed.
“Aye ya lost me at good ol’fred chalkie.” He grinned. “And nah don’t give frozen grapes toya kids unless ya hate’em cause they’ll surely die.” He nods lifting his coffee up and standing up ready to leave for work. “ Nothin’ smells good to ya but ya still thinking about that triple espresso macchiato.” He shook his head. “You and ya drinking. anyways have a good day tell the boys and ya mom I said hi and every thing I said from yesterday still stands.”
