I walk over to the cabinet to grab another glass, because I’m in desperate need of ibuprofen, when I hear “No!” coming from every person in the house. I turn around to see Blake AND the girls laughing at evidently the most hilarious joke of the twenty-first century, all while giving each other high-fives. “Hardy-har-har,” I state sarcastically, trying unsuccessfully to hide my own laughter. “You guys are hilarious.” I roll my eyes at them and turn back to the cabinet. Grabbing a glass, I walk over to sink and fill it with water. Placing it on the counter, I grab the ibuprofen bottle and start to open it. “Did you make sure that you can take those with your pain meds?” I turn around to see Blake standing behind me. He reaches around my body, grabs my water, takes a drink and puts it back down on the counter. Why? “Um, no I didn’t because I’m not taking the pain meds. I can’t take them with the girls, Blake.” I move the glass of water closer to me.Blake rakes his hand through his hair, as though he’s scratching his scalp.
