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CASSIE

My house is beautiful.

I can stop anytime.

You need to fix your face and hair.

The baseboards are spotless.

These are the thoughts running through my head as I swipe a damp rag over the wall above the light switch just inside my front door. My parents and Cash are coming for dinner and it’s the first time they’ve visited.

My mom keeps a very clean house. Much like her, as someone who likes to keep busy, I clean when I have any kind of extra energy. Pent-up or nervous, my house is nearly always spotless. Ruth likes to tell me that when I have kids someday, I’m going to lose my mind with the mess they bring. Little tornados, she says.

If I ever have kids.

The thought lingers and I mutter a curse under my breath. I can’t have those kinds of thoughts. Not now. Not after deciding that being with Theo and not getting married is okay.

It’s a hard pill and I’ll swallow it down each time I have the thought that I may never get married or have my dream wedding. But being with the man I love, that’s what counts. But what we didn’t talk about is having a family. I want kids.

I want to be a mom.

I want to be a wife. And I can be, in a sense.

Anyways, I take a step back and scan my living room.

Not a thing out of place.

Walking into the kitchen and dining room, it all looks perfect. I look at the clock on the wall and see that I have thirty minutes. Mississippi pot roast is ready and in the Crock-Pot. The homemade mac and cheese, Cash’s favorite, is staying warm in the oven, and the fruit and veggie trays are cut and ready to go.

Deciding that it’s way too quiet, I turn on my having company playlist. An acoustic version of a classic Coldplay song softly pumps through the Bluetooth speakers I have placed throughout my home.

I have just enough time to touch up my makeup and fix my hair.

I’m nearly done when my phone pings. And then again.

Stella:

I have news.

Layla:

Tell me that you’re moving to Indy.

Stella:

Way to steal my thunder, Lay.

Me:

OMG for real? This is not a drill?

Layla:

Stella:

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