My Last First Kiss: A Single Father Secret Baby Novel
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“It’s Sierra’s weekend with her father, but he was unable to get her last night. I’m sure he and Cindy had something they wanted to do, but he claimed he was working late.” That was usually the reason. He was busy living the life he wanted, while I had to be the responsible one. It wasn’t fair, but I was glad it was that way and would see to it that it never changed. I’d lay my life down for my daughter if it killed me.
“What did he find to bitch about this time?” It was really pathetic when even my mother knew how he acted.
“He thought that Sierra’s bag was too heavy. Anything to have something to bitch about.” I let loose a long breath and raked my hand through my hair. “I was wondering—”
“You don’t even have to ask, honey. You know you’re welcomed anytime.” She’d been letting me come home to spend the night with her and my father since the divorce when things got too lonely, and we’d spend the night watching old classic movies.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll bring some popcorn. Is there anything else I need to pick up?”
“Not that I can think of.”
“I’ll be on my way, shortly.”
I got off the phone and went to get myself freshened up. I had laid around most of the day and hadn’t bothered to dress up for the asshole’s arrival. I brushed out my long, blond hair, pulled it up in a ponytail, and swiped on some mascara and gloss so I would feel made up enough to stop at the store on my way to my parents’ house. I pulled on some faded, holey jeans and a Foo Fighters concert tee I’d had since college.
I was about to walk out of the house when I realized I’d left my computer open to the classified ads. I sat down in front of the screen. I had been thinking about David DeVant, and before I closed it, I decided to look him up. It had been years, and I still got giddy just thinking about him.
The search engine pulled up his pictures. David was rarely shown with a woman on his arm, but I knew he had to be dating someone. He was so gorgeous, and as I took in every single pixel of his hotness, my body warmed thinking of the last time we’d seen each other.
I tried to push the memory away. Missing Sierra, I felt miserable enough. I didn’t want to sit and think about what could have been with David. If only I’d kept in touch with him instead of going back with that asshole Doug. But David had a life in the military and big dreams that I would never be a part of.
I shut the computer down and grabbed my bag before heading out to my parents’ house.
Before I even got to the store, Doug was calling with a complaint. “Hey, I just remembered. Cindy’s parents asked us to come by tomorrow, so I’ll be bringing Sierra home about ten in the morning.”
“Dammit, Doug, why even take her at all? And not only that, but I’m not even home. If you want to ditch her that early, you’ll have to bring her to my parents’ house. I’m staying the night with them.”
“Whatever, I can do that. I don’t need your fucking mouth about it, either. I get her on my weekends, and it shouldn’t mean dick to you how I do it.”
“You’re supposed to follow the court’s instructions.”
“You know, if you want to be a bitch about it, then do something about it if you don’t like it. Take me to court again, see if I give fuck all about it.” He hung up the phone, and I wanted to scream, but I pulled into the store parking lot and went inside for my father’s favorite popcorn.
I pulled up at my childhood home and felt a huge weight as I walked into the house and hugged my mother.
“What’s got you down, honey?”
“Nothing. Doug’s being an ass. He called to tell me he’s dropping Sierra off in the morning, but I told him to come here. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course, it is. We’ll get to see our granddaughter, too.” Mom and Dad exchanged a smile.
My father was making himself a PB and J. “Twice the lovin’.” He licked the knife and tossed it into the sink.
“I brought popcorn, so don’t spoil your appetite.” I shook the box, and he smiled before taking a big bite of the sandwich.
“Your father doesn’t know how to spoil an appetite, honey. Only feed it.”
Dad wrapped his sandwich in a napkin. “There’s a great classic movie coming on tonight. I’m not sure you’ve seen this one.” He always said that, but it usually turned out I’d seen it.
“I’m just going to step out and call Katrina, and then we can get it started.”
“Okay, cupcake.” Dad headed to his chair, and Mom took the box of popcorn and threw a bag in the microwave as I stepped out on the front stoop and dialed her number.
Katrina didn’t answer, but I left a message and turned to look up at the house across the street. Mr. DeVant had been dead nearly a year, and the huge house had stood empty since. The place was still perfectly manicured, with the gardeners still performing their duties to keep the place looking alive, but I could tell the place was empty and had been for a while. I remembered the way it had been when we were kids, with David’s car in the driveway, Missy’s purple curtains in the window, and Blaine’s toys scattered on the front lawn.
My heart missed the times when life was so much easier, but for all the trouble Doug caused me, I wouldn’t trade my daughter for the world.
To be continued…
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