Mother Faker

I love you, Olivia Langfield. I love you so ducking much that sometimes I can’t think straight.”

“I like your kids, Livy. As I was saying, your kids are my kids. I love our kids.”

My brain malfunc‍

“I guess, for a man, you aren’t the worst. I mean, you are still an idiot, but you’re our idiot.”

I crash my mouth against hers. No words necessary. I don’t want her all to myself. I need her.

“That’s good, because I’m beyond obsessed with my wife.”

“Baby. You called me baby, Livy. You falling for your husband?

I’ve got my work cut out for me—namely, making my wife fall for me—before we tell her kids that we’re together.

“Because so long as you’re my wife, you’re mine.”

“Watch your tone when you’re talking to my wife,”

I’m anything but obsessed with my wife.