One Year Later...

I walked into the apartment, carrying a few grocery bags with me. I closed the door with my foot before walking into the kitchen and dropping them on the counter.

"Charlie, is that you?!" Tony called from the living room.

"No," I said sarcastically. "It's your other wife that has access to the apartment."

Tony walked into the kitchen, carrying our three-month-old daughter. "Your sarcasm is something special," he said.

"Thank you, I try," I said. "Now let me see her. I haven't seen her for hours."

Tony rolled her eyes, but still handed over Julia. "You weren't at the grocery store for hours," he said. "You...