12 Chapter 12: He's Double-Babying

Cami

I can't move. I'm glued to the floor and I have to make a conscious effort to suck in a lungful of air.

But holy crap.

He’s got a baby strapped to his chest and one on his back. He’s double baby-ing looking like a mountain man with his scruffy beard that has little snowflakes melting on it and the kids are bundled up with rosy cheeks and yup, my ovaries just exploded all around us.

I know I’m staring like a goon. Probably with my mouth hanging open and drool escaping. My ex-husband keeps saying my name in my ear and it snaps me back to the present enough to lift a hand and point to the phone, mouthing the word sorry and rolling my eyes. He gives me a funny look then laughs when I make a he won’t shut up gesture with my hand.