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I want to argue, I want to tell her she’s insane, but is she?
thirty
. . .
Zoey
“Dance party!” Riley runs through the living room with her hands waving in the air. Close behind is Regan imitating her sister’s movements. “Dance Emma,” she yells out wiggling her butt, making us all laugh. Regan throws her hands above her head shaking her hips from side to side as they begin belting out the words to the music.
“They are wired tonight.” Lucy laughs, leaning back on the couch. “What did you feed them?” She asks her eyes widening.
“Grilled cheese and tomato soup.” I let them choose tonight and was surprised they didn’t pick cereal. It saved me an argument, thank God.
I grab my glass of wine and lean back next to Lucy as we watch Emma and the girls have a dance party in the middle of my living room.
I loved these moments, seeing the girls so happy and carefree.
“Momma!” Regan runs over grabbing my hand and tugging me. “Dance,” she adds before grabbing for Lucy too.
“She won’t let it go until we join them.” Lucy knows my daughter so well. They are both stubborn and demanding when they want something.
“Okay,” I say as I stand, “let’s do this.”
I’m sure to anyone on the outside of this crazy house, we look insane. Five of us jumping around, singing to the music, laughing until we cry.
I pause when I hear my phone ringing and look back to see it vibrating along the countertop. Emma smiles at me I am sure thinking the same thing.
Leaving the girls with Emma and Lucy I walk toward my kitchen and pick it up, moving down the hall slightly. When I look at the screen it’s not a number I recognize.
“Hello?”
“Zoey?” My heart sinks. He shouldn’t be calling me.
“What do you want, Carson?”
“I need some help.”
I literally laugh.
“That’s hilarious.” I look back over my shoulder to find both the girls are still occupied, laughing and jumping around like their feet are on fire.
“I’ve been arrested.” Okay so Carson was an ass. He was selfish and egotistical, but he wasn’t a criminal. “There was a guy whoasked me to store some stuff for him. I didn’t know it was all stolen.”
“How is this my problem?”
“It’s not,” he confesses, and for a split second I get a glimpse of the man I thought I loved. A man who may not have been my dream, but for a short time treated me good enough to marry. “I don’t have anyone else to call."
“And you don’t have me,” I say, ignoring the small pang of guilt that hits me. He doesn’t deserve my guilt. He doesn’t deserve anything from me.
“All I asked from you is for you to be a good man. But you couldn’t even be that. Now you have the nerve to call me when you have nowhere else to turn. What about when I was pregnant, waiting at home, sick and could barely get out of bed, but you were too busy searching out your next lay.”
“I’m sorry,” he says in a rush and I feel a hand come to rest on my shoulder.
“The only reason you’re sorry now, is because you need something. But guess what Carson, I don’t need a damn thing from you. Rot there for all I care, but don’t call me again.”
Ending the call, I turn to find Lucy standing behind me with a concerned look on her face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good.” I am, I feel freed. I gave him too much already and I refuse to give him another thought. I got from him two of the very best gifts, other than my girls, he gave me nothing but grief. “What do you say we blast some country music and teach these girls some real moves?”
