Looking back at Dakota, I catch her eye. “He’s going to the d-o-c-t-o-r tomorrow.”
I nod. Grateful he can’t spell because he’d be losing his mind right now. He had a less than stellar experience with a strep test a few months ago, throwing up on the nurse who was swabbing his throat, and he’s got a mix of embarrassment and fear now. Can’t blame the kid. I’m an adult and I still don’t want a strep test.
I grab my comfy blanket that I leave here for nights that it’s just easier to crash on the couch because I’m too tired to drive after a long shift.
“Hop up.” I pat the couch and cover him up when he climbs up and snuggles into the pillow.
Turning on his favorite movie, I hand him his water cup and a popsicle from the kitchen.
“You just yell for me if you need me, got it?”
“Got it.” He nods seriously.
Kissing him on the forehead, I walk toward the door.
“Aunty Juwes?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“I wuv you.”
A smile spreads across my face. “I love you too, buddy.”
Walking back out I find Dakota sitting at the bar eating a salad at warp speed.
“Jeez girl, you afraid I’m going to steal that from you?” I joke.
“Ugh. I’ve barely had five minutes to myself since I left here last night. I just need to eat really quick, I’m sorry.”
I hold up my hand. “Nope. Do not be sorry for wanting five minutes of peace to eat. Take your damn time and eat. The popsicles are in the freezer in the kitchen so enjoy one of those too.”
Tears spring to her eyes. “Thanks,” she chokes out.
I debate offering to keep Jaycob tonight for her, but then I feel guilty because I need to go on a date with my husband. I need to admit all my own faults in our marriage. I’ll put Murray on it.
Me:Dakota could use some help. She’s struggling right now, and probably wants a bath and glass of wine tonight…
Murray:On it, if your man hurries the fuck up. He’s dragging ass today. Guess he can’t recover from bar fights like he used to.
I refrain from pointing out that his dragging ass is probably due more to the orgasms than the black eyes.
After turning on the music in the speakers, I stuff my phone in my pocket.
Of courseRock and A Hard Place by Bailey Zimmermancomes on first. This was my anthem for months before I left. I’d play it when I was at the bar alone and belt it out.
Dakota and I lose ourselves in cleaning, singing, and dancing. Jaycob had fallen asleep by the first time we checked on him. And I’m thankful Dakota can have a break even if she’s working. We have a good time together, as always. It never feels like work with her.
My phone goes off, interrupting our Kelsea Ballerini concert.
Hubs:> I love you so much, Jules. Last night meant everything to me. I can’t wait to see you later. I’ll text you when I’m almost done >
Me:It meant a lot to me too. I can’t wait for tonight. It’ll be perfect, just like us even with our faults. I’ve always loved you, never stopped. >
The speakers change mid-song toPrayin’ For Daylight by Rascal Flatts.I smile to myself knowing that Cal did that.
“Interesting change in concert choice.” Dakota’s brows furrow in response to the change.
“Wasn’t me.” I chuckle.
