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“I don’t think I’m doing anything. I promised Desi I would come over during the day and help her, but after that, I’m free.”
“My friend Jarod and his wife are having a viewing party for the show at their house.”
“Our show?” Her eyes grow round. “Oh my God. I forgot it was going to premiere this early.”
“Yeah. Do you want to go?”
“Meet your friends? See, I knew you weren’t a grouch. You wouldn’t have friends if that were the case.”
I just stare at her as she munches, thinking.
“Sure. Let’s do it. What do I need to bring?”
“Nothing,” I say with a shrug.
“Are you crazy? I can’t show up to a party empty-handed. Call your friend and have him ask his wife. What’s her name?”
“Sara.”
“Find out and let me know.” She nods once, and I feel like a soldier being ordered around by my general.
Is this what she’s like in the classroom? I want her to teach me a few things.
I smirk at the thought and then instantly chastise myself.
“Fucking idiot,” I murmur as I turn away from her.
I can’t look at her sitting there any longer, wondering what it would be like to have her order me around with less clothes on. I might not be in the market for a new wife, but I am a man, and I still have feelings.
You’re just lonely.
That’s it. It’s not Alice. It’s just that she’s the closest female to me at the moment and appropriately aged. Vicky was nice but more like a grandmother. Not the same feelings there.
I leave the room like my ass is on fire, muttering to myself the entire way. I make it to my room and grab my phone from the bedside table. I need to check in on my favorite girl, clear my head.
I call my mom, lying down on my king-size bed as the phone rings.
“Hey, Simon.”
“Hey, Mom,” I say. “Is Ivy around?”
“One moment,” she says, and the line crackles as she covers it with her hand.
I hear muffled talking, and then Ivy’s voice greets me.
“Daddy,” she says, warming my heart.
“Hey, pumpkin,” I say.
She sighs dramatically. “I told you, I’m big now. I’m not a pumpkin.”
“You’ll always be my pumpkin, no matter how old you are,” I counter, and she laughs. I find myself really missing her, solidifying my anger at the stupid show and my own work ethic for keeping me from my daughter. “What have you been up to at Nana and Gramps’s house?”
“We baked cookies,” she says. “And we are watching a movie tonight.”
“That sounds fun. Are you being good?”
“Ugh. Daddy, I’m always good.”
