“I want another Fudgsicle!” Levi whines.
Meanwhile, I’m writhing on my back on the floor, cradling my knee in my hands, biting my lips to keep the rest of the naughty words from spilling out. At least my tits don’t fall out of my shirt.
When Micah appears in my field of vision, still holding the fucking iPad up so Mike can get an eyeful, I curse Lady Luck and the way she keeps shitting all over my life. I’ve got to figure out how to disconnect my iCloud account from Micah’s iPad so this never happens again.
“Are you okay, Mama?” Micah asks right as Levi runs in, stepping over me on his way to get a Fudgsicle out of the freezer.
There’s no way this man will want to have anything to do with me after this.
“Lucy, are you okay? Need me to bring my rig?”
“No. I’m fine,” I groan, covering my face with my hands.
“Micah, can you set me on the counter so your mom can have a minute?”
“Okay.”
I hear him set the iPad down and walk away. Levi tears open his Fudgsicle and runs into the living room, the wrapper of said frozen treat fluttering down like the last leaf falling off a tree in October and landing on my face.
“Lucy? Did I lose you? All I can see is your ceiling. I think there’s something stuck to it.”
I glance up, noticing the sticky ninja toy Micah threw up there months ago that I have yet to unstick. All I give Mike is a groan in response.
There’re some shuffling sounds coming from the iPad and a muffled conversation, but I only hear every other word.
“Can…her kids…appreciate you…see…Monday.” The muffled sound stops, and Mike’s deep voice calls out again. “Lucy? You still there?”
“Barely.”
“Bella is going to come get your boys for a few hours.”
I bolt up, narrowly avoiding the drawer that’s not closed all the way. “What?”
“Hang tight, a chroí.” I hear the sound of the call ending, and I scramble to get up. When I see the dark screen, I breathe a sigh of relief when my phone vibrates on the counter.
Bella
[gif of Mrs. Doubtfire saying “help is on the way, dear”]
I love you but you don’t have to do that.
Getting in my car now
You and Summer had my kids all night last night.
Pulling out of the driveway
Are you texting and driving?
Talk to text
Seriously. You don’t have to do this.
Five minute drive pit stop first pack kids
Sorry for typos period
I chuckle at her last two texts knowing her eye is twitching with the way talk-to-text butchered it. I grab an empty backpack and start stuffing it with a spare pair of clothes and some snacks, knowing she won’t take no for an answer. Doing the mom math in my head, I calculate how much time it’s going totake to get them to go potty, grab a car snack, and get their shoes and coats on.
