“Oh, my God.”
“What? Are you okay?” I can’t tell if she’s crying or is happy.
“Someone in the crowd took a video of us two nights ago, and it went viral.”
“…which means?”
“A lot of people have seen it.” She doesn’t even crack a job about my age.
“That’s awesome. Congratulations.”
“Thank you. I can hardly believe it.”
“So, what does that mean exactly? In the long-term, I mean.”
“I—I don’t know. But it has to be good, right?”
I shrug. “You tell me.”
Then, I hear knocking. “Sorry, I gotta go. It’s Blakely. Hi!” she squeals before hanging up the phone.
She didn’t even say she loved me.
“What’s wrong, Dad? You look sad,” Aurora asks after I join them and just sit with my chin resting on my hand. I probably was pouting a little bit.
“Nothing, sweetness. Just finish your breakfast and get your teeth brushed. Did you two get all of your homework done last night?” I forgot to check before I tucked them in.
“Mhm,” they mutter together.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
“Prove it,” I suggest after they’re done eating. Their teacher always writes their assignments down in their take-home calendars, so parents know exactly what’s expected of their kids. It’s incredibly helpful. Mine are in the same class, so they have a joint one.
“See? Spelling practice…done.” Alessia shows me her slip.
“Aurora? Where is yours?”
She goes over to her backpack and gets it out before handing it to me.
“Okay, good.”
It’s kind of funny how my life and Bea’s are currently so different. She’s in videos that are being seen by millions of people, and my main concern is spelling homework.
“How many sleeps is it now until Bea gets back?” one of them asks as we drive to school later that morning.
“Just one! She’ll be home tomorrow. We’re going to pick her up from the airport after I get you from school.
“Yay!”
I’m incredibly excited too.
“Okay, be good! Listen to your teachers!” I call after them once they get out.
They just wave at me.
It’s just another day that I have to deal with my client, Jeff Kelckin’s bitter child custody case.