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Me: Where on Broadway?
Me: I’m coming to get you.
Baby Remie: If you’re not going, I can call a tow truck and a cab.
Me: I’m coming to get you.
Baby Remie: Are you sure? You don’t have to.
Me: I’m coming. End. Of. Story.
Baby Remie: Foster.
Me: Avery.
Baby Remie: You don’t have to.
Me: I said end of story. Where are you?
Baby Remie: Just after 12th Ave. Look for Cinderella.
“Alright, fuckers, give me the shorts.”
With a loud sigh, I hold out my hand and hang my head. I know I’m going to regret this, but dammit… Avery needs help, and if she can’t get ahold of her brother, there’s a good chance she has no one else to call.
I can’t leave Cinderella stranded on the side of the road.And if I’m showing up to the party and I’m not dressed up, Lucy will have my arse.
Avery needs her Prince Charming, even if he is in tiny blue shorts.
Ian and Owen exchange a glance.
“Even the hat?”
I groan. “Yes, even the fucking hat.”
Correction. Prince Charming in tiny blue shorts and a ridiculous hat.
CHAPTER TWO
Fuck my life with a rusty pogo stick.
I mean seriously.
If I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have luck at all.
Who drives a car off the lot and has it explode on them two weeks later? Me, that’s who. Okay, maybe ‘explode’ is a pretty fucking big exaggeration, but there’s literally smoke pouring out from underneath the hood. I don’t know what’s going on under there, but it’s not right.
Not that I’m a mechanic or anything, but still. I know it’s not okay.
Guess I can’t say I’m surprised, though. My life has been nothing but a hot mess since Mason was born in August. I knew being a single mom was going to be tough, but no amount of parenting books and unsolicited advice really prepared me to take a brand new baby home.
Mason cried the entire way back to Lucy’s old apartment, and hell, I cried for half of it.
I spent the better part of my morning covered in spit-up, and I swear, almost every time I change Mason’s diaper, I think he’s intentionally trying to pee on me. I’ve gone four days without a shower before. The only reason I didn’t go for five was because Lucy stopped by after work and demanded I relinquish the baby for an hour.
Last week, I fell asleep in my dinner.In. My. Dinner.I had the entire left half of my face coated in marinara, and a hunk of meatball in my ear.
It took me days to get the red hue around my left eye to go away, and I swear my hair still smells like garlic.
