chapter 9

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~Margot~

Sarah and Caleb's wedding is one week away and we are doomed. Living with Theo has ought to be the worst decision of my entire life. Almost every minute he comes up with something new and bizarre that he wants us to do.

Buying a house is one of them. A house. Actually, no, scratch that. A mansion.

"Theo, this penthouse has more than enough room for the three of us." I sighed as I poured milk into my bowl of cereal. It was too early in the morning for this again.

"But what if we get two dogs, and a cat, and five more children? What happens then?"

"I question your sanity sometimes. I am not birthing five more children."

"Hypothetically."

"Hypothetically, I would not be birthing five more children." I shot him a look.

"Okay, hypothetically you give birth to one more child and we adopt four more."

"Why do you want six children?"

"Margot, that's not the point. I want a whole soccer team of biological children. My point is that we're eventually going to need more space, and we should have the room now to grow."

"This is a five bedroom penthouse Theo. Right now we only use two of those bedrooms. So, there's enough room to raise three more hypothetical children here."

"But I want a soccer team of children."

"Do you think I'm made of children?"

"No, I think a women's fundamental purpose is to make children. And I've picked you as my baby mama." He said with a smirk.

"Say something like that one more time and you're losing visitation rights." I hissed.

"I don't think my bad joke is reason enough for the court to legally ban me from seeing my daughter." He chuckled, trying to hide the small ounce of fear in his eyes. I had done it before and he knew very well I would do it again.

"It is in Margot's Court."

Yes, we've resorted to arguing with petty comebacks because we don't want to be constantly yelling in front of Claire. I swallowed the last of my cereal and made my way to wake her up.

I had expected Theo and I to never get along, just like college, just like work. But this was different. It was almost like we were... friends, in the sort of complicated always pestering eachother way. It was hard for me not to crack up laughing everytime he said something stupid, even if it pissed me off half the time.

Ace was right, Theo is a fool.

It did something to me. Something similar to what happened the day we met, when our hands fit perfectly together. It did something to me to wake up in his arms because he insisted on sharing a bed. It did something to me to see him doing mundane things like washing the dishes and picking pillows up off the ground.

I used to hate it. I used to see things like this far and few in between and my reaction to them would piss me off. But now it's constantly and I'm beginning to enjoy it, to look forward to it.

We don't argue as much anymore. Instead we have playful disagreements. We agree on a lot of things. It's totally strange and new.

Once Claire was dressed and ready I sent her to the kitchen for breakfast, then I went and got myself ready. She would be coming with me to work today. We had to get her fitted for her flower girl dress. Sarah had designed everything fashion wise for her wedding. Even her own dress. I couldn't wait to see it all.

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