101

Azrael

I climbed downstairs with my car keys jingling with each step. Leslie sat on the couch, papers littered everywhere, and Niko was asleep an arm away while he placed a phone to his ear.

“Your dad will pick him up tomorrow morning.” Leslie said and glanced at me.

I kissed his forehead and pointed at the door.

“Hold on Isaac, I’ll call you back.” Leslie said and ended the call. “Where are you going?”

“Out with the men.”

“The men, huh?” Leslie raised a brow and folded his arm.

“Am I forgetting something?”

“My heat starts next week and I haven’t made preparations because of work and the baby. I need help Azrael, help me before the men.” Leslie demanded and sighed.

It was the mood swings again.

“Do you have a list apart from what I must always bring?”

Leslie pointed at the list and picked a highlighter. I grabbed it and read.

“Anything else?” I asked and Leslie nodded.

Leslie dropped the paper and gazed at me. He exhaled and poked his cheek with his tongue.

“Will the men