Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Have a nice night, girls,” I say, waving my hand and then turning to my desk as I pack up my things. I see Sharon following them out with her eyes, and when they walk out of the classroom, she tiptoes to the doorway and watches them through the door crack.
“Holy shit, who was that?” she turns over to ask me.
“That’s their uncle, I assume,” I reply, avoiding her eyes as I pick up my papers to grade at home.
“Did you see the ass on him?”she asks, and I want to say yes, I have. I even want to say that I’ve smacked it and went so far as to bite it, but instead, I shake my head.
“Did you need something from me?” I ask, picking up the bag and putting it over my shoulder.
“It was just about the plans next week. It can wait until next week. You should go and rest. You look exhausted,” she says and turns to walk out of my class, and the only thing I have energy for is to stick up my middle finger at the space she was just in.
“You look exhausted,” I mimic her words as I walk out of the classroom and close my door behind me. “You try carrying a human child,” I say when I pass her class and find her sitting at the desk with her feet up as she talks on the phone to someone.
I shake my head and walk out the employee entrance to my car. I look around, and for some reason, I expected Michael to be there waiting for me, and then my heart is let down once again when he isn’t there. “What did you expect?” I ask, getting into the car and putting my bag on the passenger seat. I let out a breath because these past two weeks I’ve gone from having just a tiny bump to looking like I have a soccer ball. “Well, that was your dad,” I say to my stomach, and I feel flutters. My hand rubs my stomach as a tear escapes and falls onto my hand.
Only when I’m alone do I let the tears fall. “We are going to be fine,” I reassure. “Just peachy.” I start the car and make my way over to my house.
Parking my car in the back of my building, I grab my bag and head inside. As soon as I get into my apartment, I kick off my shoes and head to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, I look for a snack. I gave the one I brought to eat after school to the girls. Grabbing a cheese stick, I turn to head over to the fruit bowl and grab an apple.
My phone rings from my bag, and I walk over to it and see that it’s my sister. “Oh, boy, do I have a story for you,” I say without saying hello.
“I can’t wait,” she responds, and I hear the sounds of beeping in the background. “I just left court, and let me tell you. Taking a ten-year-old child away from his parents sucks monkey balls. Especially when the child is being abused and still loves his parents.”
“Jesus.” I put the phone to my ear and walk back into the kitchen. I grab the cutting board and a knife. “You will never guess who I ran into today,” I say, slicing the apple and taking a piece.
Turning, I open the cupboard to grab the peanut butter and fetch a spoon. “Chris Evans,” she guesses, and I roll my eyes as I take a scoop of peanut butter and place it beside the apple on the plate.
“Where the hell would I meet Chris Evans?” I ask, laughing.
“I have no idea, but ever since he leaked his dick pic on Twitter, I’ve been waiting for him to answer my private message,” she says, and I gasp.
“You did not,” I say, shocked but I’m not sure why I’m shocked when it comes to her.
“It was a simple question,” she says. “I wanted to know if he was a shower and a grower or just a shower. It’s a question I’m sure everyone was asking.”
“You are insane, and he probably blocked you,” I declare, sitting on the couch, and as soon as I sit down, I want water.
“He did not. I checked.” She chuckles. “Also rude for not answering me.”
I shake my head as I take a glass out and fill it with water. “Now, who did you run into today if it wasn’t Chris Evans?”
“Oh, no one special,” I say. “Just my baby daddy.” I wait for her reaction, and she doesn’t make me wait long.
“Shut the fuck up right now,” she says, her tone totally serious, and I can hear the car door shut.
“You did not.”
“Oh, but I did,” I confirm, taking a drink of water. “He came to get his nieces.”