Errands

Six years now. It’s now been six whole years as of today. No more fitting the years of heartache on one hand. Today, six years ago, on my birthday, I lost so much. Maverick lost so much. And now, if he doesn’t stop pestering me, he is going to lose a nice set of teeth too.

“Why are we here again?” Maverick mutters, walking up behind me and leaning over my shoulder as I read the back of the box in my hand.

“It’s my birthday, Maverick.” I mutter, trying to ignore his presence.

“You’re an adult, Tater tot. This is a toy store.” He says, stepping up next to me, staring at the building blocks on the shelf.

“Then you are aware that as an adult I know how to read, so I know what kind of store I entered when I saw the sign on the door.” I glance at him, my lips pressing together.

“Mmm.” He hums.

“Could you wait like…over there?” I point to the door and he looks at me, amused.

“Not a chance.”

“You are in a weird mood today.” I groan, walking away with the toy set in my hand.

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