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others dealing with the fact that I’m in this pregnancy thing alone. I mean, I’m not alone, alone. I’ve got Dean. And Tony. Luke, Erin, hell C.J. and Stuart are both excited too. Just missing one…
    “Mom, can I have more, please?” His manners make a small smile come on my face.
    He’s getting so much better about saying please and thank you. And trying to be respectful. Then there’s the mom thing…he says he wants to be a great big brother. Do you know how heartwarming that is?
    “Help yourself,” I mumble glancing at Tony who looks like he’s enjoying it as well.
    When I look back at my own bowl, Tony states, “You’re gonna have to talk to him eventually, Maxxaroo.”
    “Not true.”
    “You can’t ignore him forever.”
    “I can try.”
    “Just tell me this,” Tony starts pushing me on this subject once more.
    When he does this while working, I immediately find something else to do away from him or plug my headphones in until he gets the point that the conversation is over. Same for the Hart siblings, though they’re a little more persistent about the subject. However, start talking baby names and Luke loses his concentration. Start talking stretch marks and bloating, Erin has an anxiety attack. See. I’m prepared.
    “What?”
    “If Kellar were standing in your kitchen right now, what would you say?”
    “Get the hell out.” My words are followed by me stabbing viciously at my pasta.
    “Well that’s not exactly the warm welcome I was expecting,” Logan’s voice pipes in.
    I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment hoping this is all a nightmare before reluctantly opening them. Lifting my head, I see the Kid giving Logan a short hug before plopping back down at the dinner table.
    He cannot possibly be standing in my kitchen.
    Defensively, Logan folds his arms across his chest and glares at Tony. “What the fuck are you doing in my chair?”
    “What’s with you and furniture?” Tony counters clearly unbothered by the hate being spewed in his direction.
    “What’s with you and trying to take my place?”
    “You have to have a place before it can be taken,” my clarification paints obvious anguish in his eyes.
    Tony presses his lips together, fighting whatever urge he has to jump in the middle. Before Logan can say anything, Dean says, “Hungry? Mom made some kick ass pasta.”
    “Mouth,” The two of us say in unison, and Dean smiles like he’s victorious.
    Sneaky little shit. Well played.
    “Since when do you cook?” Logan leans against the counter.
    “Since when do you care?”
    It looks like my words crushed him, forcing me to look away.
    I don’t actually have to look him in the face. It’s probably best if I don’t. Those damn puppy dog eyes tend to do me in every time. And avoiding him for 35 days is easy when he’s not standing directly in puppy dog looking eyesight.
    Logan starts again, “Maxx—”
    “Don’t even waste your breath.” I push the bowl away from me.
    Tony sighs, “You really need to eat something, Maxx.”
    “Don’t tell her what to do.” Logan growls.
    “Don’t tell him what to do.” I snap.
    Before he gets another jab in, Tony says, “Hey, Kid, what’s that actor’s name with the facial hair, he’s bald I think, British, always in action films…”
    “Jason Statham!” he exclaims like he’s on Jeopardy.
    “Yeah. His movie came out last week. Wanna go see it?”
    “Definitely.”
    “Go get changed.” Tony tosses his head in the direction of the stairs.
    Quickly, Dean hops out of his seat and rushes that direction.
    He’s a little too enthusiastic about this movie. I wonder if there are naked girls in it. Oh come on. You’re wondering the same thing.
    “Who said you could take my kid to the movies?” Logan’s attitude shows again.
    I’m getting real tired of his Tarzan routine, especially since I’m not even Jane.
    “He’s not just your kid.” My argument is followed by Tony pressing his lips together to keep something

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