14| No fucking way.

Oliver and I fall asleep on the same bed. My alarm wakes up the both of us bright and early. Oliver lets out a frustrated groan at the sound. He tightens the hold he has on my waist and nuzzles deeper into my neck.

"Oliver, we have to get up." I say groggily, my eyes still closed.

"I don't want to." He places a peck on my neck.

"You have work, and so do I," I reason with him.

"We can skip if we like," he counters, and I laugh.

"The kids have school," I say.

"They can also skip," he dismisses, and I laugh before playfully slapping his shoulder.

"They can't skip school; that's a bad thing." I tell him.

"We skipped school all the time; now look at us." He says it cheekily, and I turn around to face him.

"So, you want to play cool parent?" I tease.

"I've always been the cool one." He answers smugly, showing off his dimple.

"No, you haven't!" I counter.

"I'm the one that gets them ice cream and wears cool jackets. You can't compete with that." I break into a laugh, and so does he.

"Good mo