Spotlight by Eden Finley Page 0,48

bad person, because she’s really not. She’s a great mom when she’s present, and she’s a wonderful human being.

But I know what’s coming because it always does.

She leaves again, and then I have to pick up the pieces with Kaylee. I have to explain to our daughter why Mommy’s gone again.

I honestly don’t know how army spouses deal with it.

The hardest part of parenting isn’t the bed-wetting, the tired tantrums, or the boundary pushing. It’s seeing your child hurt without being able to do anything to soothe them.

When Maggie pulls away from Kaylee and our eyes meet, my apprehension is replaced with the warm affection I’ve always had for Maggie.

She runs for me, throwing her arms around me and sobbing into my shoulder.

“Geez, you’re always so emotional,” I blubber.

She pulls back to wipe her eyes.

I hug her again. “I have to get the important question out of the way first. How long are you home for?”

Her eyes seem heavy and puffy, but I don’t think it’s from the crying. “We’ll talk, okay? Right now, I want to spend some time with Kaylee and just decompress.”

“No problem. Wait …” My gaze goes above her head to where Lyric stands, half his hair falling out of his man bun and his clothes from yesterday disheveled.

“Ah, yeah, your nanny brought me here.” Oooh, look, her smug expression hasn’t changed from when we were kids.

“He is my nanny. I mean Kaylee’s nanny. I don’t need a nanny. I can look after myself.”

“Sure you can. And sure he is.” She pats my cheek.

“I want to tell you to eff off right now, but that’s probably not the best choice of words to use here.”

“Whatever, you love me. Always have.”

I roll my eyes. “You know how much I love you turning up and surprising us.”

“You pretend to hate it, but you really don’t.”

No, no, I really do. She just doesn’t believe me.

“The only thing I like about it is that it makes Kaylee so happy.” I nod in her direction. She’s gone over to Lyric to pull him toward us.

“Mommy, this is my Lyric.”

Maggie kneels to her level. “Your Lyric, huh? He was nice enough to drive me here so I could see you, so I guess he really is yours.”

Something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. It’s someone with a phone. No, it’s a lot of someones with a lot of phones. And they’re all pointed at us.

“Shit,” I mutter.

“Daddy—”

“Not now, bub.” Umm, umm, fuck, what to do. I turn to Maggie and hand over my car keys. “Can you take the car and get Kaylee back to the house? Lyric and I will try to get everyone to delete whatever they’ve taken. Photos, videos.”

Maggie goes into tactical mode, whisking our daughter away as fast as possible so Lyric and I can face everyone.

The rec center doesn’t only have playgroup people but others as well, so asking everyone to delete their shit is going to be hard.

“How do you want to handle this?” Lyric asks.

“The only way I know how.” I step forward and raise my voice so everyone in the hall can hear. “Hey, everyone. I’m happy to have photos taken, sign anything, send a Happy Birthday video to your daughter, mom, sister, whoever, but I’d appreciate it if you could delete anything you’ve already taken of my daughter or her mom. I don’t like when Kaylee’s put on social media or her photos hit tabloids. I’m sure you can all respect that. Thanks.”

“I was gonna go with low-level threats, but this works,” Lyric says under his breath.

“Threats make headlines. I learned a lot from having a PR rep for seven years.”

It doesn’t take long for people to approach, and by the time I get through everyone, I’m done and fucking exhausted.

My phone is already going off with notifications, and it’s probably from people tagging me in social media posts. As long as none of them have Kaylee or Maggie in them, I’m fine with it.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say to Lyric.

He goes to hand me the keys to the Pontiac, but I stop him.

“Can you drive? I have a lot to process.”

I’ve only had a couple hours of sleep, Maggie’s back, and for the first time in a long while, I’ve had to be on for the public.

I’m drained.

“No problem.”

Lyric’s silent as he drives toward home, and I’m thankful. I’m sure he has a million questions about Maggie turning up.

“Sorry I gave you the day off and