I slowly turned my head toward her.
“You talking back to me, little girl?” I raised a brow.
Her doe-shaped eyes instantly filled with tears and she shook her head.
“No…”
I wasn’t moved one bit by her theatrics. Christina stomped her tiny foot on the floor like the spoiled little brat her daddy made her out to be.
“I tell Daddy!” she yelled.
She kept chanting that shit like a broken record.
“I tell Daddy! I tell Daddy!” She stomped her feet with it for emphasis.
Pop.
I popped her lightly on the thigh and this dramatic little actress threw herself to the floor like I had beat her with a damn belt. After seconds of having a full fledge tantrum, she gathered herself up, grabbed Angel’s hand, and ran out the kitchen crying loud as hell. Angel sniffled behind her like she had been through war.
I shook my head.
“Oh yeah… they going straight to Cream with that bullshit.” I murmured under my breath.
Sure enough, I already knew how this was about to play out. Cream was a straight sucker when it came to his kids. By the time they finished whining, his big ass would be in my kitchen destroying it trying to make them whatever they asked for.
Life had changed a lot for me.
I loved my husband and my kids more than anything, but being a wife and mother took some serious adjusting. I was still learning how to not be selfish. There were days when I just wanted Cream all to myself… but our kids came first which wasn’t a problem. It’s just that Cream went overboard. He struggled with adjusting to make the proper time for me. Noparent was perfect. But sometimes I felt like Cream tried to be God when it came to our kids.
I saw nothing wrong with being a parent and devoting most of your time to the kids. How were we supposed to keep our marriage strong, if we didn’t create early boundaries though? I wasn’t asking for much when it came to time. I did my motherly duties with pride swelling in my chest. All I asked was for the kids to sleep in their room, so that him and I could have quality time at night.
Cream was the soft parent. I was the stern one. Cream had never told Christina and Christian no. Meanwhile I had given out so many little pop-pops that I lost count.
Christina especially tested me. That girl had my attitude all day long. Tell her no and she’d act like the world ended. Every time she called herself throwing a tantrum, I showed her I could be an even bigger brat.
It was barely the middle of the day, and my nerves were already shot. I rubbed my forehead and looked around my massive kitchen.
“I need a damn drink.” I mumbled.
Cream and I had agreed to give each other one day a week where we could go do something for ourselves. I really wished today was that day. Because these kids were working my last nerve.
I had planned a fun day for all three of them and a movie night later… but right now I was questioning all of that. I walked over to my liquor cabinet and quietly opened it. I pulled out a bottle of Remy then quickly looked around the kitchen as if I was committing a damn crime.
“One little sip.” I told myself.
I tilted the bottle and took a big gulp. When I saw that I wasn’t interrupted, I took another two gulps. The burn slid downmy throat and settled warm in my chest. I tried to set the bottle back… then immediately grabbed it again.
“Just one more.” I giggled carelessly feeling good now.
I used to pop pills heavy back in the day. When I finally quit that, alcohol kind of took its place. I tried not to drink every day, and most days I didn’t, but when my nerves got bad… I needed something.
Weed was a whole different story, that was an every-hour-on-the-hour situation. Luckily Cream smoked just as much as I did, so he never complained about that.
I screwed the top back on the Remy bottle tight and slid it back in the cabinet.
“No more today,” I muttered to myself.
The second I turned around; I nearly jumped out of my skin.
