Page 108 of Ask Your Mom If I'm Real

I came back with the meds and gave them to her.

Chris gasped. “What was that sorcery?”

“What?” I asked.

“You just gave her those, and there was no exorcist experience.” He gasped theatrically. “Our nieces are fucking lunatics when you have to give them meds.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, she’s taken them well since she was a baby. I don’t really have a secret. Just that she’s always done it.”

“I’m flabbergasted,” Jeremiah agreed. “The last time I had to give Cammie some Tylenol, she screamed so loud that everyone in Target thought I was murdering her. I even had some really protective lady come up threatening to hurt me if I didn’t stop.”

“That was hilarious.” Neesha snickered. “We were all there, actually. We were at one of Jeremiah’s away games, and all decided to go out to eat after. Then Cammie started to run a high fever, so we went next door to Target. This sweet old lady saw Jeremiah—who is usually the only one that can consistently get them to take their medicine without too much of a fit—trying to give her that medication and nearly whacked him with a spatula from an end cap.”

I giggled as I walked to the sink and washed the syringe out.

Man, did he have a nice sink.

It was all white—more farmhouse chic—but fit the space really well despite the entire apartment being decorated in more of an industrial look.

Even his faucet was amazing.

And the water pressure!

“I’ve never seen a sink have this much water pressure,” I muttered more to myself.

“You can thank my wife for that.” Chris heard my comment and added, “She takes a lot of showers because they make her happy. I needed to be able to make sure that she could take one, I could take one, and we could run a load of laundry if needed. So we bought some water heaters that are meant for hotels.”

“Wow.” I smiled. “Well, I approve. It’s nice to be able to wash the medicine off without having to use the sprayer attachment.”

“Agreed,” Neesha said. “Let’s go sit down.”

I dried off my hands with the towel that hung to the right of the window that overlooked downtown and paused.

The snow was really coming down.

Harder than I’d ever seen it before.

The snow was at least eight inches thick now, because I couldn’t make out any curbs on the side of the road.

It was all just flat.

And so beautiful.

I had to force myself to look away, and when I turned and found the three adults and my child on the couch, my eyes were automatically taking them all in.

All of them were gorgeous.

Of course, my child was gorgeous. Her father had been, too.

But Jeremiah and Chris.

Wow.

Chris and Neesha pairing up to make a child…that child was going to be stunning.

There was one thing that didn’t fit in this group of beautiful people, and it was definitely me.

“Come sit down,” Jeremiah said, patting the couch.

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