S3: Chapter 23: No shit Sherlock

“So... how were you and mom today? Did you two had a good time gossiping?”

Alice rolled her eyes at him but smiling when that happens.

“We weren’t gossiping. Just like how you and dad weren’t gossiping about football. That is so sexist.”

Harry chuckled. “What so sexist about me asking my wife what she and my mother talk about? Chatting is like gossip and gossip is like… when you talk about someone. You did, didn’t you?”

Alice took a sip of her orange juice and Harry laugh. Stretching his legs and folded them with his back leaning on the sofa near the fireplace.

“Who was it? Tell me, I’m dying to know. Can you imagine mom used to do that with me when I was a kid? I could've sworn that she wanted a daughter but poor ol' me, I was a good enough substitute I guess.”

Alice laughed and slowly made his way to sit on his lap. She even hears him groan and he spread his leg