Jordan

“Hey, buddy,” Tony says while patting my back.

“Hey, where’s Brittney? I have a little something for her.” I say as I stretch a bottle of vintage wine.

“A Vitnipa 1906 bottle? I'm jealous.”

Brittney strolls out in an army green dress, looking prettier than ever.

“Is that Baker’s voice I hear?”

“It sure is. Pregnant and glowing, I like.”

“Hey, her husband is right here, in case you forgot.” Tony yells from the kitchen.

“Can't a man speak his truth again?”

“Are you sure you are okay?” Brittney asks with concern written all over her face.

“Yes, Do I look not okay?” I ask jokingly, knowing fully well I'm not.

“Dinner is ready.” Tony says, placing the baked potatoes alongside the other dishes on the table. We all take our seats as Brittney locks hands with Tony. He gestures for me to join mine.

“Let's pray. Heavenly Father, we've come to thank you for your provision. Thank you for giving us reasons to celebrate. We ask, dear Lord, that you do not take away our happiness and you bless us r