Everyone except Olivia belongs to Janet.
Tank put a hand on Brown's shoulder and shoved. Hard.
"Hey!"
"Sucks to be a little guy, doesn't it?" Tank asked him.
"Some mothers don't take human growth hormones when they're carrying."
"We're going to be hanging out down here more and more," Steph told idiots 1 and 2. "You'll all have a chance to bond with Olive. You don't have to fight over her."
"We don't need to bond, we're set," Tank said. "But there's a rule in place ... whoever spots the kid, gets first crack at her. The girl's mine this morning and he needs to accept it and move on."
Steph cut her eyes to me.
"Do you want to try teaching him some manners?" I asked, amused at the thought.
Tank's big, but Stephanie's known for fighting dirty.
"No," she said, passing a happy, gurgling Olivia over to him. "I'm not stupid."
She's proven she's anything but.
