He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!
“Okay, step one: make sure you’ve got everything ready before you start. Diapers, wipes and cream. You don’t want to be halfway through and realize you’re out of wipes.”
Orrin nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration as he set the diaper bag down and rummaged through it.
“Got it. Diaper, wipes.and cream. Check, check, check.” He held up each item like he was presenting evidence in court, and Mary snickered.
“Look at him, all serious,” she whispered to me. “You’d think he’s defusing a bomb, not changing a diaper.”
“Feels like it sometimes,” Orrin muttered and Mary flinched, surprised he heard her. I laughed, shaking my head.
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