Not just any department store. Macy’s. Need I say more? Hanging out at the Biltmore Fashion Park is not really my idea of a good time, but it’s better than sitting at the house all alone. I frown and open the door, allowing Charlee to walk ahead of me. She smiles at me, and I can't help but return it. It’s contagious, like Ebola. Ok, that's a really bad comparison, but seriously, if you’re near her and she smiles, you just can't help it. For that brief moment, I don't feel an ounce of dread, anger or shame. I feel light and open—fresh. She breathes fresh air into me with just a simple smile. Charlee grabs a shopping cart when we get inside, and I lift Everly’s car seat up and place it in the bottom part of the cart. Aaron bumps Charlee to the side and takes over the cart. “How many ladies do you think I can pick up with the baby?” he asks, earning a punch in the shoulder from Charlee. “That baby is my daughter, you dick, and you are not using her as a chick magnet.”
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