Page 112 of The Moment We Know

Ashley crossed her arms underneath her breasts, giving them a little boost. “Well, for starters, he wet the bed both nights—”

“Both nights?” David stared at her. “Are you serious?”

“Obviously, I’m serious. And he only had one pair of underwear, the pair he was wearing when you brought him over.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry. Jacob said he packed some.”

“Well, he didn’t. So, you might want to make sure they do get packed next time, and not take the word of a child,” she said, not holding back on the sarcasm.

“Fine. It won’t happen again.”

“Good. Because I had to wash his bedding, underwear, and pajamas each morning, which was a pain in the ass. Unlike you, I have to haul my laundry down to a creepy basement to do it.”

“Why aren’t you having him wear Goodnites to bed?”

“Because I don’t have any.”

“Why not? I told you to get some after he wet the bed a month ago, just in case.”

“They’re expensive,” she answered. “And anyway, he didn’t wet the bed during his last visit, so I thought he was done doing that.”

“They’re not that expensive. But even if they were, if they keep you from having to do laundry in a ‘creepy’ basement, they’d be well worth the money, wouldn’t you say?”

“God, you’re being such an asshole right now.”

“Because I’m suggesting you buy Goodnites to have on hand when your son stays with you?”

“No. You’re being an asshole because you could easily afford to send Goodnites with him, since you make way more money than I do, and you’re not paying any child support.”

Paige’s eyes were darting back and forth, the ugly conversation making her feel really uncomfortable. But what was she going to do, stroll into the kitchen and get a glass of water, or go and watch TV, instead?

David’s expression hardened into granite and he took a step forward. “Shut the fuck up,” he said, his voice deadly cold. “We agreed I wasn’t going to pay you child support for the five percent of the time that you have him, since I’m paying for everything else, so don’t act like I’m a deadbeat dad, screwing you out of money.” He grabbed his wallet off the entryway table and opened it, then pulled a few bills out of it and held them up. “Here’s a hundred dollars. That should be more than enough to buy some Goodnites for him.”

When she continued to glare at him instead of taking the money, he shoved the bills into the purse hanging at her side.

Another silence fell, this one even more awful than the last one, and Paige couldn’t help but be shocked at how volatile the relationship between David and Ashley was. Paige had been assuming they were at least cordial to one another because of Jacob, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

“Is there anything else I need to know about this weekend?” David finally asked, his voice still cold.

Ashley’s mouth turned down. “While we were at the park this afternoon, he had another accident. And this was the number two kind—”

“What?”

“You heard me. I ended up having to clean his ass the best I could—”

“The best you could? Is he clean or not?”

“He’s clean enough.”

“‘Clean enough’? Anything less than totally clean can lead to a rash. Don’t you know anything?” He scrubbed at his face. “I mean, Jesus. When you wipe your own ass, do you settle for ‘clean enough’?”

Except for a glare, Ashley otherwise ignored David’s last comment. “Well, when he gets up from his nap, you can inspect his ass and clean it more, if you need to.”

“Yeah, I will.”

“Anyway, I wasn’t going to deal with his dirty underwear, so I threw them in the garbage—”

“He’s commando?”

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