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CHAPTER 1

AMELIA

Every second Saturday

I hate every second Saturday

I hate it, irls 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 undere alone is enough to make him feel like the most powerful man on earth

Well, fuck hio sit on a ten-foot pole and twist, though he’d probably like it

Bryce Dallas is the bane ofdead-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

Why do I have to be such a good mother and let my babies spend quality time with their sper with stupid ht 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 wouldbastard

I grab hter’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 ti; otherwise, I’ll have to handle the bullshit that co up late

I stu irls 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, corab 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 ht in the middle of the sink “She scores”

“Yay,” Ryan giggles, slapping her little hand across h five

“Alright,” I say, taking her shoulders andattention “Where’s your sister?”

She shrugs her shoulders Great A quiet Coby is one thing, but a Coby that I can’t see is so 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 Assu what I’ve asked, I rush for the bathrooirl?” I call out “Where are you?”