I pause. Rachel Rivers? My sister follows Single Sav?
Of course she does. Does Sav have any idea that she isn’t just an inspiration to single mothers, but to all mothers, and to women everywhere?
Would it make a difference if she did?
I scroll further down the comments.
Dave_Duggan.Nice tits.
ShellyBYou’re so pretty.
CarlyCogginsHave fun mama!
BrucethebodybuilderYou’re too stunning to be single forever. Marry me.
Even though Brucethebodybuilder’s comments send a surge of irritation through my veins, I’d have to agree with him. Savannah is too stunning to be single forever. But the three hundred replies below his comment vehemently disagree.
Pinkandperfectfeck off Bruce.
MamasgotthisDo one Bruce, she’s our Queen, not yours.
SingleandsurvingDude, it’s a bit like Ronseal Woodstain - does what it says on the tin.
I can see why she’d be cautious.
Her whole career is built on her single status. But does itmean she has to remain single forever? For all her success, it seems to me she’s been handed a life sentence too.
Did she tell Ashley about our kiss? About my indecent proposal?
Probably.
Do I care?
Not in the slightest.
The only thing I care about is if she’ll go for it.
I close the app and open iMessage, clicking on Savannah’s name.
I text her each week to let her know what time I have available for the twins. It changes because my extracurricular swimming lessons are sought after by almost every parent with a daughter in St. Jude’s. Even if I were to work every afternoon and all day Saturday and Sunday, which I don’t because we already established Sunday is traditionally a day of rest, I still couldn’t squeeze them all in. So, I organise the lessons on a rotating basis to fit everyone in every second or third week.
Savannah’s daughters are the only two children I squeeze in every week without fail. I adore Isla and Eden, but I accommodate them without fail because it’s the only opportunity I get to flirt with Savannah.
I’m thumbing through the last few weeks of our insignificant text messages when I notice three dots bouncing on the screen.
It’s the middle of the night and Savannah Kingsley is texting me.
A jolt of electricity sparks in my chest.
Is her pussy still pulsing?
What I wouldn’t do to find out.
All she’d have to do is say the word and I would jump out of bed, drive to her house, and take care of every single one of her primal needs.
My heart races. Anticipation eats me alive. Hope floods through every single cell in my body.
The dots keep bouncing.
