“Yup. Come on, my little fish. Time to go.” I reach out to take Lily’s hand, fully expecting a fight.
But I don’t get one.
“Otay, Mommy.” She skips over to the small chair we have our stuff sitting on, and sits for me to put her shoes on.
“Um. What happened to my child?”
Cooper leans in close to my ear. “I told her I had a chocolate chip cookie in the truck if she didn’t argue.”
“Are you just going to bribe my child with cookies all the time?”
“Uh, I don’t have to. I mean,shit. I’m sorry.” He rubs his hand through his hair.
“I’m joking. But maybe carry a pack of M&Ms. She’ll take two of those in place of one large cookie.” I wink before squatting down to dry off Lily’s feet and slip her shoes on.
“Noted.” He laughs, the panic leaving his shoulders as they relax.
We walk out of the hotel, hand in hand, like one happy family.
Cooper doesn’t let me open my door, or get Lily in the car. He handles both, opening my door first, and then going to the backseat. It’s just something small that means the world to me.
After four hours as the passenger princess, I pull out my phone to text Sophia in hopes to keep my eyes open. I miss my best friend, it’s been a few days since I checked in with her.
Me:I wish you were here. I have so much to tell you. >
Sophia:Damn, girl. Four emojis this far past your bedtime?
Me:Sorry. We’re driving home, I didn’t realize how late it was.
Sophia:It’s ten at night, Aubs. Most people are still awake. Tell me everything. And I mean everything. >
Me:I had TEN orgasms in one night, then he woke up with Lily the next morning and ordered freaking room service. Then planned the entire day with her, and didn’t back out on any of the promises he made her the entire time.
Sophia:We are absolutely not glazing over the ten orgasms, I’ll be back to that in a second. But holy shit, he took care of your kid and ordered you room service?
Me:And let me sleep till eleven in the morning. Eleven. O’clock. Almost lunchtime!
Sophia:That might be better than the ten orgasms, which can we get back to?
Me:His cock is magic. There’s no other explanation. Oh, and his tongue. And his fingers. >
Sophia:Shit girl, he got any brothers?
Me:As a matter of fact, he has five. One is single. Are you?
Sophia:We aren’t talking about me. And shit. I’d take any of them, girl. Why choose is the new trend in romance land right?
Me:I’m more interested in why we aren’t talking about you.
Sophia:Same shit, different day, different bruise.
Me:Soph. You have to leave him. You can’t stay with him.
Sophia:You know that’s not as easy as it sounds. Hugh has his hands in it. I’m only getting out by death. Just which one of us has to die is yet to be seen.
Me:I don’t like it. Can’t Ryder help?
Sophia:He’s got enough going on with Hugh. I don’t need to add stress to his plate. I’m fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle.
