God help her if her children did decide to become politicians.
“I’ll be their campaign manager when they run for co-presidents.” Sadie said, offhandedly. “That way they don’t wind up in prison.”
“Can we go back to talking about the margaritas?” April scooped up a handful of Goldfish crackers and placed most of them back in the single-serve package so her daughter could dump them again. “The Travis margaritas.”
She kept a few and tossed them into her mouth.
Rachel shrugged. “He read my welcome sign. It’s not a big deal.”
Though it was the nicest thing anyone had done for her in a while.
“Except he makes you blush,” Molly replied. “All the brothers are handsome—even Gavin, though I hate him and wish tonsil scabs on his throat.”
“Why do you hate him so much?” April asked. “I mean, aside from the whole buying the dogs and then refusing to let them come to his house, he doesn’t seemthatbad on the big scale of jerkwad.”
“Honestly?” Molly looked at the women. “He doesn’t treat Rachel with the respect she deserves. She does the work. He reaps the rewards. She keeps doing the work and he’s still over there reaping.Thatpisses me right off.”
“And Travis and Dave don’t piss you off?” Sadie picked up the baby and did the sniff test on his bottom like a pro. Yeah, she fit right in with their group.
“Travis and Dave step up for Rachel and the twins whenever she asks. Even when she doesn’t ask.” Molly stared pointedly at Rachel. “She should ask more often. Especially when it comes to all things Travis.”
Baby still in her arms, Sadie turned to Rachel. “I don’t think she’s going to let up about him.”
No, Rachel didn’t expect she would.
“Maybe you’re right,” Rachel said, falling back onto the blanket to study the sky, thinking of the game she and her mother used to play when they’d search for shapes in the clouds.
“Of course I’m right,” Molly said, perky as ever.
Sadie snickered before blowing a raspberry against baby Luke’s tummy.
“Maybe I need to meet someone. Have someone to look forward to seeing.” There. That cloud right there looked like a lopsided version of Chris Pine with an extremely long…right…yeah…she was a mother and should not be evaluating the cloud version of Chris Pine’s… ahem…
“I recommend it,” Sadie said, giving the baby’s neck kisses that made him laugh like an unhinged hyena. “Roman’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“You think you two will have kids?” Rachel asked, checking out another cloud that looked like Blippi…again, with the third leg thing, which she was heretofore going to pretend was simply an extraneous cloud that Bob Ross had painted in the sky and accidentally placed in an unfortunate locale.
“I hope so,” Sadie said. “Roman wants kids and so do I, but we’re also really happy just being us.”
Rachel closed her eyes.Happy just being us…
She wasn’t even happy right now just being her. How could she be happy as an us?
“That’s the key, I think,” Molly said from Rachel’s left. “The being happy when it’s just the two of you thing.”
“Then Kent and I are screwed; we hit our stride as a couple once we had kids.” April winked at Rachel. “But everyone’s different.”
Rachel turned her head and opened her eyes to see her best friend lying beside her, also studying the clouds.
“Don’t you want to meet someone?” Sadie asked, directing her query to Molly.
“Of course I do. I’m just waiting for perfection in a male specimen,” Molly said.
“In other words, she’ll be waiting for-eva,” Rachel said, refusing to acknowledge the cloud that had an uncanny resemblance to the Blue Wiggle…with that damn Bob Ross extraneous cloud.
“Maybe you can fix me up with one of your male divorcees, Sadie?” Rachel asked, closing her eyes and letting the wind whisper over her skin instead of searching the sky. “Someone with a really awful ex-wife, so he’ll fully appreciate how nice I am to him.”
“You don’t want my divorcees,” Sadie hummed lightly after she spoke. “These days they’re all being charged with one crime or another. You know, since I started working in criminal law, too.”
