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Cal

When I enter the kitchen, my eyes widen at the countertop, white powder covers the surface. I glance at Reece; his hair is a tussled mess, giving away his obvious distress, and his reddened face is glowering in my direction. I panic, wondering how the hell we have opened cocaine in the house, until I realize that’s not a possibility, so what the hell is it?

As if sensing my confusion Reece elaborates. “It’s baby powder, you dumb fuck,” he spits with venom, but my shoulders relax in relief. “She poisoned my fucking Pussy with baby powder.”

I grind my teeth. “And how the hell is that my fault?” I stare at my son, exasperated at the fact I get blamed for everything that goes wrong.

His jaw drops open. “You bought the stuff! You brought it into the house knowing it’s been all over the fucking press about being linked to all sorts of illnesses.”

I scrub a hand through my hair, I definitely did not know that shit he just spouted. I glance back down at the counter, the innocent white powder with cat prints in it.That’s deadly?

“If she doesn’t die today, she’s probably terminal.”

Lily walks into the room with Pussy in her arms, and I struggle to come to any conclusion as to what is actually wrong with the fur ball. It looks perfectly fine.

“Mom! Don’t let her inhale it.”

Lily puts a delicate hand over the cat’s face before turning her back, as though that’s going to protect it.

I exhale and try to come up with a plan. “So Pussy’s breathing?”

“Of course, she’s breathing. Why wouldn’t she be breathing?” Reece stares at me as though I have two heads.

I exhale loudly with my hands on my hips. “Oh, I don’t fucking know, Reece, maybe the part where you came banging our bedroom door down screeching your Pussy was dying.”

“Cal, please don’t be difficult, Paige is coming over, and I could do with your support right now,” Lily snaps over her shoulder.

Difficult?I only wanted to fucking come, that’s not difficult. I’ve resulted to doing it in my sleep because my balls aren’t draining during the day.

The doorbell rings and Chloe’s sobs head toward the door. “Oh, my poor Chlo. What on earth happened?” Paige’s soft cooing voice gets louder as she makes her way toward the kitchen with Chloe in her arms.

“Daddy shouted at me.” I grimace as she walks in.

“So, you fucked up and Chloe gets yelled at?” Reece seethes.

Paige’s eyes dart around the room. “Pussy is breathing?” she asks in confusion.

I throw my hands out in agreement. “Exactly. The cat is alive and hissing. No harm done.”

“What happened exactly?” Paige places Chloe on the floor her tears now suddenly evaporated.

Chloe sniffles. “Pussy was itchy, so I tried to put baby powder on her tush.”

Paige stifles a laugh with her hand before clearing her throat. “Oh, well, let’s take her into the living area, shall we, and I’ll check her over.”

“Cal, can you clean up this mess, please?” Lily waves toward the counter as she walks out the door with everyone trailing behind her.

I walk over to the coffee machine and press the button for the strongest one.

Something tells me I’m going to fucking need it.

ChapterThree

Lily

I massage my temple; today has been long and full of drama. Again.

When Paige declared Pussy was, in fact, not dying and no doubt not harmed, she left us alone to make the best of Cal’s day off from the office. Oscar’s on call tonight, meaning if anything goes down, he’s first point of contact.

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