CHAPTER 1
AMELIA
Every second Saturday.
I hate every second Saturday.
I hate it, my girls hate it, even the old bat down the road hates it, but he loves it. Not because he loves his kids, but because he lives to get under my skin. He knows the thought of my girls spending more time with him grates on my nerves, and that knowledge alone is enough to make him feel like the most powerful man on earth.
Well, fuck him. Fuck him and his little hooker girlfriend. They can go sit on a ten-foot pole and twist, though he’d probably like it.
Bryce Dallas is the bane of my existence. Out of all the cheating dead-beat, baby daddies out there, I just had to go and pick that rotten apple.
I let out a frustrated groan, just as I do every other second Saturday morning.
Why do I have to be such a good mother and let my babies spend quality time with their sperm donor? Oh yeah, because I’m a decent human being with stupid morals and the ridiculous need to do right by them. Damn him and damn me. I should just let him suffer and take them away from him just as he deserves. It’s not like he ever wanted them in the first place.
Shit. I can’t do that. A move like that would cost me too much. The prick would make me pay, and he’d use my babies to do it. Fucking bastard.
I grab my daughter’s OJ off the table and throw back what’s left of it before tossing the tumbler into the sink. I can worry about it later. Double-checking the time, I scrunch up my face. I better get going; otherwise, I’ll have to handle the bullshit that comes along with showing up late.
I stumble through the kitchen, stepping on a Lego, and muffling my cries to not scare my girls. My hand slams down on the kitchen counter to stabilize myself, only for it to slip in the spilled milk from Ryan’s cereal. I could have sworn I’d already wiped that up. “Oh, come on,” I groan, heading back over to the sink to grab a cloth. I mean, do I even have time to pee? I could just … No. I need to pee.
Holding the cloth up, I look down at Ryan who’s grinning right back at me. “She shoots …” I throw the cloth and watch it land right in the middle of the sink. “She scores.”
“Yay,” Ryan giggles, slapping her little hand across mine in a high five.
“Alright,” I say, taking her shoulders and making sure the little hurricane is really paying attention. “Where’s your sister?”
She shrugs her shoulders. Great. A quiet Coby is one thing, but a Coby that I can’t see is some next level, terrifying bullshit that I don’t even want to think about right now.
“Okay, baby, go find your bag. We’re going to go in a second.”
Ryan nods her head and dawdles off. Assuming she’s doing what I’ve asked, I rush for the bathroom, hoping I can get this done quickly. “Coby girl?” I call out. “Where are you?”
I close the bathroom door, hoping that calling for her is enough to entice her out of whatever hiding spot she’s squeezed herself into. I head for the toilet and let out a breath for this rare moment. I mean, I don’t even remember the last time I got to pee alone.
By the time I unbutton my jeans and sit my ass down, a howling cry comes from the bathroom door.
Coby.
Damn it. I just need two minutes.
“I know, baby,” I call out. “Mommy’s nearly done.”
“Mommy?”
Ryan.
“Yes, sweet girl?”
“Coby crying.”
“I know,” I cringe, imagining Coby flat on the ground, losing her shit over not being in here right now. The door starts to wiggle. “No, no. I’m nearly done.”
“Coby crying,” Ryan repeats.
“She’s alright.”
“She wants you, Mommy.” The door wiggles some more. “Mommy?”
“I know. Just wait …” The door is ripped open. “Ughhh.” So close.
The sound of my baby’s high pitched, happy as shit squeal echoes from the bathroom door. Not a second later, I watch as she pulls herself up to her feet as though she’s drunk one too many bottles of milk and waddles into the bathroom. “Hey, Monster,” I sigh. “Mommy just needs to do a quick wee.”
She smiles up at me with those big eyes and those two little teeth poking out at the bottom, completely melting my heart. I give in. I was stupid to think I’d be able to pee alone. I