I’ve been drunk for days now, like a spoiled little kid that’s been told to go on a diet and not eat everything in sight. I've taken the whole damn candy store and more. I open the door wondering who's come to tell me that I need to get my act together. The boys.Not again.I told them to let me wallow in my pain. I just need a little more time, and then I’ll be back to my usual partying self. Now, I’m just in self-destructive mode, and it suits me. My brother got away with it for fucking ever, and no one bothered him about it. They left him alone. They should leave me alone. Dammit!. No one bothers him about it. They leave him alone. I tried once until he talked about Grandpa and started guilt tripping me. What the fuck is wrong with the men in our family? They're all greedy fucks!“What?” I bark as I open the door. I never expected it to be Kylie.“Noah, what happened?” I walk back into the house. “If you’ve come to gloat then please don’t tell me. I’m not in the mood.”“But, why?
KylieIt’s the annual family barbecue that Noah started once I moved in officially. Candy’s invited this year, since I told Noah that it'd been two years since the whole ordeal and he needed to get over it. We all needed to move on, for Richard’s sake. “Mom.” I smile as she comes to kiss me on the cheek. She looks tired. Her hair’s down and lifeless. I keep telling her to come and stay with us, but she keeps dismissing it. “You really should come and stay here. It would give you a chance to help me with the kids.”“I’m fine. I need to be alone. This is the first time in my life I don’t have you, a husband, or even a second husband to keep tabs on. Sometimes being alone is good.”I’m just about to ask her if it’s so good, how come she looks so sad? “The kids are getting on well.” Martin smiles as he comes over to join us. Mom mumbles something and then walks away.“Was it something I said?”I laugh. “No, nothing. I don’t know… I wish that she would come and live with us.”“She looks
A play date for my nephew and play time for me. Pretending to be a daddy seemed like the perfect solution.Olivia, my sister asked me to check out a new pre-school. She couldn't get the time off work. I went along thinking that it would be boring, Joshua was only six-months he wasn`t going to get a thrill from the preschool tour. That was until, I saw her sea blue eyes, long legs, and blonde hair. Ivy was a hot temptress, and from the moment I found out that she was a single mom. All of a sudden pre-school started to get interesting. A play date for Joshua and play time for me in the bedroom.Being a fake daddy was going to work out for the pair of us, in more ways than one...
Fuck, why are strollers so fucking hard to control?I thought that with modern technology they would have made them easier, not fucking impossible. I bet my sister, Olivia, paid a small fortune for this fucking monstrosity. I was an IT guy, I built apps, developed programs, but that was fucking easy compared to trying to fold or unfold a stroller. “Do you need a hand?” A guy asked, as I parked outside the pre-school for the last ten minutes trying to figure out how to unfold the stroller so I can take my nephew around in peace. I could just hold him. I had the carrier, but as I looked at that in the back, I decided that was just as fucking complicated as trying to unfold the stroller. When Olivia handed it to me, I told her that I wasn’t going to put myself in that straight jacket. Besides, I wouldn’t feel comfortable with Joshua being strapped to me. He was safer in a stroller. If I could fucking unfold the damn thing. Besides I was only an uncle, not a dad. Noah had taken on the r
I watched as he did everything wrong, from patting his son to winking at me every time that I passed by him. I knew that he was a bad boy from the moment my eyes cast over him. He had too many tattoos on his arm and even partly on his back. He was dressed for a night at a bar in his tight dark pants and shirt. He wasn’t in a shirt and tie like some of the dad’s that were on tour. They were dressed as if they were going for a job interview rather than going to see a pre-school. Chad reminded me of the type of men that I should avoid like the plague. The type of men that I loved to attract and made me end up as a single mom. There was just one problem. I couldn’t get my eyes of his tight ass or his biceps every time he lifted up his son. He was sexy, even though he was completely confused by the trail of events. “Are we moving already?” He asked as soon as we were shown around the yard. He took the opportunity to sit down on one of the swings, and it would have been a nasty accident n
I felt as if I was on cloud fucking nine. I was singing to Joshua and doing all kinds of crazy shit. I even took him to the park. Sure, he couldn’t go on the swings, so I tortured him by holding him and scaring the shit out of him by being on the swings. I needed parenting lessons. I could go to Noah’s but I couldn’t deal with seeing him and Kylie. I was happy that my friend decided to grow some balls and go after the one girl he couldn’t get over since high school, but if I was going to save face, I didn’t want them to think that their infectious obsession with babies had rubbed off on me. If they gave me some lessons, they’d probably set up a fucking second date for future sessions. I wasn’t that keen to learn. Kylie doesn’t have long to go until they add another addition to the family. I’m sure that Richard loves the attention, but another addition would give him some breathing space. God knows he needed it with those two. Last week Kylie said, “He slept ten minutes more today th
I felt like a little kid on Christmas day. I was sitting in the living room while Hazel was taking a nap and I was looking at my phone wondering what time Chad was going to call. I could have gone to work after the tour, but to say that working for Smith & Jones was the most exciting job in the world would be a lie. It was a far cry from it. When I left Chicago and came back to Granbury, it felt like the right decision at the time. I would be focused on my daughter and not working stressful hours and most of all, I wouldn’t have to deal with bad boys like Danny, Hazel’s dad. I wouldn’t be around guys that made me weak in the knees and do stupid things like having sex without protection because they preferred for us to be skin-to-skin.I love Hazel like crazy, but when did I become twenty eight and boring? I used to go out. Have fun and now I was lucky if I could get a babysitter. I sighed as I flicked through the different channels. Every few minutes, I would stop to see if Chad had
I felt as if I was in a maze. I was just walking around not having a clue what end of the park I should wait at. Olivia wasn’t happy about me going to the park, but when I told her that I would only be an hour and that would give her some chill time, she didn’t hesitate in saying bye to us. I wondered what was up with her. My baby sister used to be fun, and then after being dumped by Brent the moment she told him that she was pregnant, she was hurt. So deeply hurt that I thought that the minute Joshua came out and was in her life, that hurt would go away. I could see by the way that she was behaving that it wasn’t that simple. Fucking bastard!Shit, I wasn’t a fucking angel when it came to women. But I was clear about my intentions. One night. And that was all I could give them. I knew that some of them agreed, hoping that they could change my mind. They never did, but now I knew I was crossing a line. One that I didn’t know if it was a good idea. I wasn't honest with Ivy. Shit, I