Beautiful Life: The Carpino Series by Brynne Asher

Author:Brynne Asher
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Brynne Asher
Published: 2015-02-23T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13 - The Ugly Road

“Hurry up with the key, sweetheart, I’m gonna drop the salsa.”

“I’m coming, sorry,” I call from behind Tony as I climb the stairs to get to the door of my new apartment where he’s waiting while balancing Mexican take-out with four bags of groceries dangling from his arm.

I’ve also got three bags of groceries, along with my dress from the wedding and overnight bag. My overnight bag that’s getting more use than it should lately going between whatever bed Tony and I decide to sleep in. It’s past dinner time and we’ve had a busy day.

After meeting Finny (who honestly, is the sweetest puppy ever and even though I know what Tony is doing by getting a dog, there’s no way I can be mad at him anymore because I’m going to love Finny way, way too much to hold a grudge), we went to the pet super store and spent too much money. Noah and Cayden came with us and Tony let them pick out whatever they thought Finny would like. He’s going to have more toys than any puppy could ever play with. I got into the fun as well and picked out collars, leashes, doggie shampoo and a dog bed. The bed is too big for him now, but he’ll grow into it. It’s chenille in the perfect color of grey with a smoky blue piping around the edges. I’ve decided not to think about why I picked that specific bed and told Tony it was the perfect color for a boy dog. Heck, I won’t even admit to myself why I picked that color (even though it’s because it matches Tony’s house perfectly and I’ve come to love Tony’s house way, way more than I want to think about loving his house). Tony put himself in charge of choosing an enormous dog kennel, stating resolutely, “He’s gonna be too big. He is not sleeping with us.”

After our Finny Shopping Spree, Noah and Cayden wanted ice cream, so off we went to the ice cream shop. Cayden, being four years old, made a hellacious mess of his waffle cone and was blue from his nose to his waist with Birthday Cake flavored ice cream. I guess kids mature into ice cream eating somewhere between four and six years old because Noah only made a mess from his nose to his chin and was much easier to clean up. They were hilarious, ornery but cute, and talked a mile a minute sitting across from Tony and I in the booth at the ice cream shop.

Once Cayden was mostly mopped up (he still had blue stains all over his shirt) we took the boys home and Sophia didn’t blink an eye when she saw him. She jabbered with me, never breaking eye contact while whipping his shirt off and tossing it toward the laundry room while holding little 5 month old Isabella on her hip who was pulling her hair the whole time. She’s honestly the definition of a multi-tasking mom.

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