CHAPTER 88

RONNELL POV

Dinner was easy and totally stress free. Frankie was babysitting Nathan upstairs, and as much as I loved my son very much, I had to admit having adult time was a very nice change.

After we ate, Blair went upstairs to feed Nathan before we left for the party while the rest of us cleaned up. There wasn't much to clean up since we had ordered in, but there were a few dishes and utensils.

Emmanuella held up a plastic container. “Do you recycle or do you keep these for spare storage?”

“You can recycle.” I opened a cabinet to show her the stack of take out containers we had kept. “we have tons of collections.”

Her eyes flared. “Oh my God. Ronnell! Don't tell me you do not cook for my best girl? Don't you know that you are suppose to cook for your girlfriend. I and my Fiancee are terrible cooks, but he's marginally better, so he insists on doing most of the cooking. Blair deserve that amount of treatment too.”

“She does deserve it, you are right.” I lifted a shoulder, unbothered.