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Finally finding one, I started to write.Sierra,
Why can’t you just have your own baby?
Dude sounds like a complete and utter douche.
Dump him and do it on your own. Women are badasses nowadays. Sounds like you’re very capable of being one, too.
I’m happy that you were finally able to graduate and do what you love.
You always talked about working with babies, and now it sounds like you have your dream job.
I’m not doing my dream job anymore, but I find that I’m okay with that.
As for where I live, I actually live on the outskirts of Kilgore. Since I despise going to the Walmart in Kilgore, I usually head into Longview to get all my shopping done. I also keep my PO Box in Longview since I’m there so much.
Since when do you live in Kilgore? Harmony and Kilgore are nowhere near each other!
G.After writing my letter, I waited for the school zone time period to end before heading to the post office. After posting my letter, I then went back to work looking for something to do.
But with today being as shitty as it was—rain, rain, more rain, and a cold front on the way—there just weren’t that many people out and about today.
Giving me plenty of time to think of things that I wanted to say and ask Sierra the next time that we spoke.
• • •
The last fucking thing that I wanted to do later that day was deal with yet another dumbass driving teenager that thought that they knew better than an adult.
Luckily, I wasn’t the first on scene to the wreck, meaning that I didn’t have to deal with the majority of the paperwork.
When I arrived on scene, a vaguely familiar brown-haired woman was standing on the side of the road next to her pretty fucked-up car, and a teenager was standing next to his shiny new Ford F-150 looking like he’d messed up. Big time.
“What happened?” I asked the first officer that I got to.
He was a rookie cop that looked like he was so wet behind the ears that I wanted to offer him a paper towel.
“Fifteen-year-old driving without a license.” He gestured to the kid. “Hit the lady. The lady said that he was texting and driving. He says that he wasn’t. Parents are on their way.”
“Do you need me?” I asked as I looked at the brown-haired woman.
Man, she looked familiar. Like I should know her from somewhere.
Yet, I couldn’t quite place where I knew her.
“I don’t.” The rookie shook his head. “This is all wrapped up for now, at least. Just waiting on the kid’s parents.”
I nodded, taking one last look at the brown-haired woman before heading to my car.
Except, when I glanced her way, it was to find her staring at me.
Her eyes were pissed, and I thought for a moment that it was at me.
Then I heard what the kid was saying.
“…think she might’ve come into my lane a little bit.”
Ahh, the kid that hit her was trying to cover his ass.
I winked at her and kept walking, causing her to blink at me owlishly.
When I got into my cruiser and headed back to work, I had one last thought that wasn’t making all that much sense.
I wonder if she’s single.CHAPTER 3Oh, the places I’ll throw up today.-Sierra’s secret thoughtsSIERRAG?
I’ve never seen you sign your letters like that before. I kind of like it.
What do you think of the nickname Gabby—Gabe—ee. Long e sound?
As for your question—who says that you can’t do it yourself?
Well, you’re right.
So I went ahead and did it.
I turkey basted myself with someone’s frozen sperm.
Now I’m losing my shit.
And if you were serious about texting, I’m down.
I’ll put my number on the back of this card.
Love,
Sierra
• • •Present dayI licked my lips and smoothed my shirt down over my belly.
I wasn’t showing yet, but just knowing made me more than aware of what I’d done.
Steeling myself for my parents’ reaction to my news, I pushed my way into the house that I’d grown up in, unsurprised to hear my brother and my father bickering the moment I entered.
“Hey, honey.” My mother smiled. “Where’s Mark?”
I bit my lip.
I hadn’t told them that I’d broken up with Mark.
In fact, it’d been a while now since I had and it was getting to the point that I was starting to feel deceitful.
“Umm,” I hesitated. “Mark and I broke up. Where’s Blue?”
My mother stopped in the middle of the kitchen with a pot halfway suspended over the stove.
“She’s at Perry’s. And you what?” she asked in surprise.
“Why’d you go and do that?” Sammy asked.
I glared at Sammy.
“Because he doesn’t want kids,” I said as if that was answer enough.
I wasn’t sure what my family’s obsession was with Mark.
He was, by far, my family’s favorite of the men I’d ever dated. Though, I’d seen the false act that Mark always put on when it came to my family.
