12 Chapter 12: Santos

I love poker night with the guys. I would love it more if it was planned ahead and not impromptu.

It's always at Daniel's place, so when I got the call a little while ago, I texted Mari to see if I could swing by and see the kids first. She never responded. That's unusual, but it's possible she went to bed early. As every parent knows, it's best to sleep when the kids sleep.

Still, I'm disappointed and a little agitated she didn't answer. I miss my kids something fierce, and it would have been nice to see them, even if it was just to tuck them into bed. Not to mention, I'm still angry over the dating app thing. Hopefully some beer and whiskey will take the edge off my irritation.

"Is this a farewell poker night?" Christian asks Daniel, as we unfold the table in the middle of the room. "No more cigars and whiskey once Quincy and the baby move in right?"

"Quincy's moving in?" This is news to me. "When?"