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“It must have been that night with the champagne,” he says. “I’m gonna be honest with you. You had that leather outfit on with those red pumps, and that collar around your neck, and I didn’t pull out on time. It was feeling too good. You were sucking me and riding me and…”

I look around the store to make sure no one is listening.

“Stop. I get it.” I interrupt him. “So this is all your fault.” I grin.

“No. This is your fault for coming into the bedroom dressed like that.”

He stares at me.

“All jokes aside, this is good news. I’m happy,” he adds.

“I’m holding in my excitement until I take the test, but it wouldn’t be a bad thing to add another Krackle to the family. Mya would have a playmate, and she’s old enough to help me out a little bit.”

Mya runs over with her stuffed unicorn. He’s decked out in a glitter shirt, some neon shorts, and a pair of rainbow boots. She’s topped him off with a rainbow headband and matching necklace.

“He’s ready to go home, Mom.”

“What’s his name?” Trig asks.

“Frankenstein,” she replies.

“He’s very…colorful. Are you sure you don’t need just a few more accessories,” I joke.

Mya squints her eyes at me.

“Frankenstein does not appreciate your sarcasm.”

I stare at Mya and then over to Trig.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about, right there.”

He laughs and grabs Mya’s face in his hands.

“Mommy’s just mad that she doesn’t have a unicorn.” Trig winks at her.

He stands up and grabs my hand. He pulls me up from my seat.

We pay, make our exit out of the mall, and head for the car. I’m tucking Mya into her car seat when I remember she has a carnival at her preschool tomorrow.

“Can we stop by the bank? I need some cash for Mya’s carnival.”

“When is it?” Trig says.

“Tomorrow.” I laugh.

“We have plenty of cash at home.”

“There’s only hundred dollar bills in the closet. I already looked. It’s better to have smaller bills at these school events. I also need to deposit this funky cashier’s check from that store where we bought the bad applesauce.”

We jump into the car and head for the bank.

“I have to pee,” Mya says.

“How bad?” I question.

I look back to see her wiggling in her seat.

“Why didn’t you go when we were at the mall, little lady?”

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