Chapter 195: Tiffany, Part 2

"What is it with you and that catchphrase?"

He shrugs. "It fits so many parts of my life." I roll my eyes as he continues spouting off all his positive traits. "Including the fact that I'm a wealth of pregnancy information," he boasts, going back to his work. "You should've been picking my brain all along."

"It seems that way."

"And don't worry. When the horrific gas that smells like something is rotting inside you comes, I have remedies for that too."

Shaking my head, I try not to laugh. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that."

"Pretend all you want. Eventually you'll let one rip during a staff meeting and be pissed at yourself for not taking me up on my offer."

"Okay, I'm gonna just keep gathering these scores…"