Need to Talk

Damion

I heard the knock on the door and walked out of my bedroom to answer it. Sadie was standing on the other side, a soft smile on her face.

“Hi,” she greeted.

“Hi,” I answered, pulling the door open for her. “I was just folding the last bit of laundry.”

“You’re folding your own laundry?” she asked.

I groaned. “She told you.”

“She did. Of course, she did. There’s a reason I offered to babysit Oliver without you asking. You two need to talk and I’m here to make sure that happens.”

“I appreciate it. And yes, I do my own laundry. I also clean toilets and sweep the floors. I’m still the same man I’ve always been.”

“I believe you. Now you need to convince her of that.”

I shook my head. “You make it sound like it’s easy.”

“I think I smoothed the way for you, but if you screw it up, that’s on you.”

I laughed. “Good to know. Oliver is in his room. I’m going to toss a load in the washer and then I’ll head out.”

“Take your time. My schedule is clear. This could take a while. Don’t give up to