“It’s a little early for you. Those birds still keeping you up?”
Daisy pouted her bottom lip. “No, they left the nest right after I returned Kevin. They didn’t even have the courtesy of saying goodbye.”
“Those damn birds.”
They softly chuckled through the phone. “Hey! My flight is about to board. I’ll text you when I land. What do you say I take my girls out for dinner tonight?”
Daisy slyly grinned and immediately said, “That would be nice. What time?”
“Does five thirty work?”
“Five thirty is great. Amelia will be excited to see you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” he said, hesitating a moment before asking, “And what about her mother?”
Daisy laughed. “Her mother is excited as well. We have a lot to tell you.”
“Hopefully all good stuff.”
Daisy was about to respond but was cut off by Matt saying, “Hey, I really have to go. Talk to you soon.”
“Okay, bye.”
Daisy pulled the phone from her ear and made the trek to her bedroom. There, she wrapped herself in her comforter, closed her eyes, and slowly drifted back to sleep.
When Daisy woke up for the second time that morning, it was not due to her phone but to peals of laughter coming from the living room. She was surprised to find her clock reading half past ten. She had slept almost four hours uninterrupted.
She dragged herself out to the living room and found Amelia literally on the floor rolling with laughter while Jameson sat next to her, rolling himself.
Daisy turned her eyes to the television, the source of their amusement, and watched.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she mumbled under her breath. “You actually have my kid watchingFerris Bueller’s Day Off.”
“It’s a classic. I had to initiate her properly.”
Daisy rolled her eyes and sprawled out on the empty couch. “Next time initiate her with a PG-rated movie.”
Jameson’s head quickly whirled to her. His eyes were wide with remorse. “Sorry, I suppose I should’ve asked.”
Daisy lifted her eyebrow and was about to say, “Damn straight,” when Amelia piped in, “She lets me watch everything, so don’t feel bad.”
“That’s not true.”
Amelia tested her. “What aboutMean Girls, orNotting Hill, orThe Breakfast Club?”
Jameson joked, “Whoa, that’s rated R.”
“It was on TV,” Daisy defended. “Okay, I’m pretty lenient with movies.”
“Or what about—”
Daisy interrupted. “Okay, enough. We don’t want Jameson thinking I’m that bad of a parent.”
Jameson lifted the side of his mouth and whispered, “I would never think that.”
She smirked back and propped her head up. “So what are you doing here? I told you to call me later.”
“I did call you later. Amelia picked up and said I should come over. So I did.”
