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“Sassy, huh?” I said with a laugh.
“Yep. Like you have an attitude.” She jutted her hip out for emphasis. “But not a bad attitude, though.”
“A woman who goes after what she wants,” Molly agreed, slinging her arm around Rebel’s shoulders.
“Like me,” Rebel agreed. “Maybe I should cut my hair.”
“If you want,” Molly said with a shrug as Rebel pulled away. “Why don’t you think about it for a couple of days and then if you still want to cut it then we’ll ask Auntie Farrah.”
“I want Gram to do it,” Rebel countered.
“Of course, baby,” Callie said as she grabbed a broom to sweep up the kitchen.
“As long as you don’t care,” Rebel said, looking at me sheepishly. “Charlie said some women don’t like it when you copy their style.”
“I’d love to have the same haircut,” I assured her.
“Me too!” Her eyes lit up.
“Okay, we’ll decide in a few days,” Molly said firmly. “You ready to leave? Let’s bring dad some lunch.”
“Ready.” Rebel nodded. “Bye, sweet Rhett.”
“Bye, Reb,” Rhett said around his thumb. His head was already leaning tiredly against my shoulder.
After they’d gone, Heather looked at me. “Feeling less stressed?”
“Maybe a little,” I replied sheepishly.
“You’ve got a whole tribe now,” Callie said as she passed me. “Don’t you forget it.”
“Kind of hard to when they swarm you like bees,” Michael joked.
“The beginning is always hard,” Heather told us. “No one is immune to that. Sometimes you just need a reminder that you’ve got a lot of people at your back, hoping you figure it the fuck out.”
“Well, that started really sweet,” Michael mumbled.
“Get out of here,” Heather ordered. “Put my grandson down for a nap and relax for a while.” Then she looked right at me. “You don’t have to figure anything out today, girly. You don’t have to figure it out tomorrow either. Just soak this shit up, yeah? You’ll only get this time once.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder,” she ordered dryly. “Now go. Scoot.”
We gave Callie and Heather hugs, and a few minutes later, we were headed home in Michael’s truck.
“He’s already passed out, huh?” Michael asked quietly as he leaned around me to get a look at Rhett.
“Yep,” I murmured, laying my head on his shoulder. “Charlie fired me.”
“That bitch,” he replied instantly.
I laughed. “Shut up.”
“You feelin’ better about everythin’?” he asked tentatively.
“Honestly,” I sighed. “Yeah. I am.”
“I had a full fuckin’ monologue earlier where I laid my heart out and that didn’t touch it, but an hour with my family did?” He shook his head.
