"Martin," I said the moment I got in the car, "kindly drive like a normal human being. My baby is in this car, and I won't forgive myself if you get arrested again on my account."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, straight-faced.
I gasped. "Really? Martin?! After everything we've been through, you still call me ma'am?"
Richard chuckled as he buckled Queen into her car seat.
The drive to the hospital was mercifully smooth. Martin actually listened to me and didn't turn the trip into a Fast & Furious sequel.
Once we arrived, Martin offered, "I'll keep an eye on Miss Numero. You two go in."
I blinked. "Miss Numero? Really? She is barely eight months old!"
I turned to Richard, arms crossed. "Did you hear that?"
Richard smirked. "I mean… he's not wrong."
"Unbelievable," I muttered, shaking my head as we rushed inside. "How do you deal with someone so stubborn?"
