Chapter 34
Lyla
It's been a few days since Shane has graced our presence of sleeping on the couch. Days of watching him consume my daughter's whole world, days of him making me dinner each night, and days of nonstop sexual frustration for my libido. Every morning I wake up, he is either doing his regular thousand pushups, shirtless I might add, or brewing me coffee and making us breakfast.
Yesterday was an early day for me since we were dead, so I came home early to find them both in the kitchen making dinner together while some new bright pink barbie boombox played a Disney princess song from the kitchen. I questioned Shane buying her a present, but he simply shrugged and told me she gave him a cute look.
Men.