Worth the Fight (гет)

“You are a bad influence, you know that?”
He choked on his Scotch, spraying it all over himself and lapsing into a coughing spell. “What the hell did I do?”
“Oh, I dunno…” She patted his back, pushing toward him a box of Kleenex so he could dry the drops on his stained shirt. “How about getting him used to having you read to him at bedtime? Apparently, now I’m not good enough, because…” She attempted to imitate Noah’s tone. “...‘Uncle Rafa can do the voices’.”