Rebecca
I walked into Creature Comforts and smiled as I saw both Sandy and Sierra. I could also hear Don singing in the back. He had a beautiful baritone voice. There were dogs on leashes sitting next to their owners, people mingled at tables or on plush bean bags, drinking coffee, talking, and eating pastries. Their animals enjoyed a treat of their own.
“Hey, girl. How did today go?” Sierra asked.
“He agreed to everything. He wasn’t happy about it, was even cross with me, but he signed.”
“Why would he be mad at you? He’s the one who had a secret baby mama,” Sandy said.
“Because it’s his child that should be inheriting the company, not any of mine when I decide to have any.”
They both scoffed. I looked around for the playpen but didn’t see it.
“No babies?” I asked, a little disapp
