Page 90 of Without You, Scotch and Sammy 2

“Why?”

“Because she already told me last month that she miscarried. She swore she didn’t abort.”

Marc’s face burns angrily. “But…”

I look up at the guys as I officially die inside. “I called her a liar.”

“She didn’t fall from her pedestal! She was thrown, and you stomped on her while she was down.” He turns away and moves toward the doors.

“Marc--”

“I’m going to get me a bride.”

“Marc, stop.”

He turns back with fire in his eyes. “What?”

“She doesn’t wanna see us.”

“So make her! You spent three years asking her out. It’s time to start asking again.”

– Sammy –

Epidemic

Lily and I lie on my living room floor, with my feet up on the couch, and my fingers massaging her tummy. “I didn’t realize I’d be so invested in someone else’s pooping schedule.”

Meg walks out of my kitchen with a smile and two mugs of tea. She was doing the downward dog on my kitchen floor not long ago, so she’s wearing sweatpants that look designer and a hot pink sports bra, allowing her annoyingly toned stomach and belly bar to flash at me.

“I didn’t realize I’d care as much as I do,” she laughs. “But when a kid stays up screaming all night because she has a tummy ache, your squad rallies and we cheer each other on.”

I frown as I look up at her stunning figure and permanently salon styled hair. “Why didn’t you try out for cheer at school?”

She shrugs, slumping down beside my feet and lifting her legs beneath her bottom. “I was a dancer at my old school. Cheer captain, even.” She smiles arrogantly. “Then I moved mid-year and found I’d rather hang with you and the guys and listen to music.” She scrunches her nose as Lily lets out a tiny squeaking fart. “Give me an S. S! Give me an H. H! Give me an I.--”

“Can you stop?”

She laughs and throws her hair over her shoulder. “I’m just doing my bit, Soda. Seems to me you need to get your cheer power on. You’re letting the team down.”

We both look up at the soft knock at my front door. I groan. It’s about that time.

Unfolding her legs, Meg wanders across my tiny living room and peeks through the peep hole. With a broad grin and a quick fluff of her hair, she swings it wide open. “Well hello, handsome.”

My mail man smiles shyly and chuckles awkwardly, then passes Meg a small envelope and an iPad to sign. She scribbles on the screen and passes it back to the painfully bashful man, then she snickers and closes the door. “He’s adorable.”

“Men don’t wanna be described as adorable, Snitch. They wanna be manly and sexy and awesome. Not adorable.”

“He’s not quite what I’m looking for in a man, but I sure like to make him blush.”

I roll my eyes. “Every shy man’s dream. To crush on the hot chick, only so she can tease and embarrass him. Plus, you’re married.”

Meg huffs. “I am, which is why the mailman may as well get over his crush. But it’s still fun to wink at him.” She tosses the envelope onto my belly, and picking it up, I sigh.

“Whatcha got?”

I peel the envelope open and let the contents fall out. I run my finger over the plain disk except for the simple ‘#43’ handwritten on the top.

“A song.” I look up at Meg as Lily continues to strain and grunt. “He’s sending me songs.”

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