“MAX!!!” I yell at him as soon as I see him standing on my doorstep. “What were you thinking!?!”
He chuckles as he steps through the door and looks down at me. “Well, it’s good to see you again too… Now, where is all of the furniture?”
I huff and roll my eyes at him. “I didn’t ask you to buy Marcus a crib, a highchair, toys, another carseat, a stroller, or anything! I just told you it was fine to get him some medicine to help with his teething.”
I frown at Max and I see him smirk. “Are you really angry at me for taking care of you and your son?” I sigh and shake my head slowly. He smiles and tilts my chin up with two of his fingers. “I want to take care of you, Jaz. Not just you, but Marcus too. It’s hard to explain, but I need to do this.”
I sigh as I hold Marcus tightly to my che
