Page 94 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“My face is always doing something.” I roll my eyes.

“Not like this,” she counters. “This one looks different."

“It’s Robert.” That pulls a breath out of me. “And Daniel.” I add.

She freezes for a beat.

“Oh, fantastic,” she deadpans. “The Avengers of bad decisions.”

I huff out a quiet laugh despite myself, shaking my head.

“Please. At least, the Avengers save people.”

“Fair,” she nods. “These ones just show up to ruin your peace and siphon your emotional stability.”

“That part.” I nod.

She studies me again, softer now, but still not pushing.

“Do I need to be worried,” she asks, “Or just annoyed on your behalf?”

“Both,” I answer simply.

“Ugh. Men.” She exhales.

“Specifically those two.”

“Even worse.” I heaves like she's about to throw up.

I laugh, soaking in the brief relief that comes with having her in my life.

“Alright,” she claps her hands once, like she’s done allowing seriousness for the night. “Enough with the mopping. You’ve suffered, you've survived, and now, you deserve nonsense.”

I glance at her.

“Nonsense?”

“Yes,” she nods firmly. “Come and watch Cocomelon with us.”

“I don’t think I deserve that much punishment.”

“Excuse you,” she gasps. “That show is elite.”

“Lies.”

“I had a nightmare yesterday,” she continues, already walking away, “That I kissed a giant Cocomelon head.”

I blink.

“…what?”

“Full lips,” she adds over her shoulder. “Like this…” She puckers dramatically.

“You need help.”

“I needed therapy,” she corrects. “But now I have Blue and snacks, so we move.”

That pulls another laugh out of me.