Leo grinned, "Think I could toss him out?"
That evening, they headed to the seafood market. Three women settled at a table up front, while their partners took a seat behind them. Whenever a boozy local tried to charm the ladies with tales of the town, the men quickly scooted over to join the conversation.
"What do you guys do?" someone asked.
"We're just sharing a table," they replied.
Yet, somehow, the men's arms ended up draped around the women's shoulders. With the intruder being a tanked-up brute, the women quietly leaned into their husbands or partners for comfort.
Drunks aren't exactly known for being rational. This one attempted to crash their table, but Mia swiftly turned to Andre, "Honey, I'm craving lobster."
Molly, quick on her feet, reached into Chad's pocket and pulled out his badge, slapping it on the table, "Can you read?"
The drunk squinted at the badge, reading each word until he hit "Police." Suddenly, he stumbled back, feigning confusion as he and his buddies made a hasty retreat.
Unfazed, Andre grabbed the menu and ordered, "Lobster, sea fish, fried noodles... and five crabs."
Molly chimed in, "Andre, you don't eat crabs? Order another one, I'll eat it for you."
Andre shot a glance at his sister, closed the menu, and passed it to the waiter.
Mia added, "It's you who can't eat it."
"How do you know I can't?"
Mia nodded at the little bundle in her arms. Being seasoned parents, they knew what was off-limits for pregnant women.
Once the seafood and main courses were ordered, the group of six adults and one little bundle finally settled down for a proper meal. When Andre returned from paying the bill, he had a bottle of coconut milk for his wife. But before she could take it, their little boy, Henry, had already reached out for it.
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