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I dropped the cake on the table as the toddlers scampered around, wailing, and screaming and the others at the fun section or their parents.

Lucas sat on my dad’s thighs with a glass of alcohol. I joined my family to make barbeques and Ancel handed me a can of soda.

“I can’t believe Azrael let you host a banging toddler party on his property. He also arranged guest transportation. Why aren’t you married yet?” Ancel asked as I nudged him.

“Because your dumb brother keeps setting standards for my son with that idiot.” Lucas said.

“Oh God, not this again.” I mumbled as I opened the can.

“No drama in with my first albino grandson’s birthday. Leslie isn’t dumb, and it isn’t right to meddle or drink much in their relationship when we have ours.” Dad collected the wine glass from his lover’s hand.

I should have listened to Azrael and distracted them with a date.

“Ew, dad! No PDA! Rub in my face that I’m single.” Ancel whined and everyone laughed.

“Maybe if you stopped hiding, you’d find a lo