Aubrey
I am getting ready for dinner. It is exhausting me. My entire body is exhausted, mentally and physically. A part of me doesn’t want to go, but I will. Having the kids and the dogs around will be a good distraction for me.
A knock comes at the bedroom door. “Aubrey, can I come in?” Everett asks.
“Yes.”
He pushes the door open and steps inside. “Are you okay? You have been in here a while. If you don’t want to go, I can cancel.”
“No, I will be fine. I don’t have much energy. It is taking me longer than normal to get ready.”
“Can I help in any way?”
“Unless you can do make-up or braid hair, no,” I laugh.
“I can’t do make-up, but I can French braid.”
“You can?” I ask, shocked. Where would he even learn that?
“Yes, I dated a woman a while ago who taught me.”
“Do you w
