So there was the question: what on earth did I get up to last night? What did I say and what did I do? She mused.

For a fleeting moment, Dorothy truly wished there had been a camera in the guest room, just so she could replay the events.

But then again, maybe not.

Just the thought of last night's wild romp sent her cheeks aflame. And that hotness was soaring right up to her hairline! Dorothy lingered in the bathroom for ages, and Everett was about to go check on her when she finally emerged, all bashful and hesitant.

Shuffling in the slippers Everett had brought in for her, she tiptoed to the dining room. She had figured Everett would play it cool, pretend like last night never happened, which would make it easy for her to gloss over the whole thing.

But no sooner had Dorothy sat down than Everett pushed a glass of milk toward her and his lips parted slightly, "About last night "I was plastered and totally out of it. Can't remember a thing, really!" Dorothy blurted out, interrupting him so abruptly it was almost suspicious.

Once said, the words couldn't be taken back.

pausing mid-air. "You were drunk, but I wasn't." What's his deal? Weren't we on the same page about pretending

talking about it, Dorothy could just brace herself, "I'm not upset with you,

I'll go check on the kids." He left the dining room, and only then did Dorothy allow herself

so tense and was on the edge of collapsing. If Everett had persisted any longer, she might have bolted for the door! Calming herself, Dorothy had

joyful voices of Abigail and

you so much!"

"Aren't you going to hug Mommy?" Langston grimaced, "I'm not doing your girl stuff!” "He's definitely taking after

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long, Everett reappeared from the nursery. He was

workirehte apparently, because his tone was kinda casual; he also glanced over at

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