Page 2 of A Moment for Us
I am so freaking happy I will most likely never have kids. Being pregnant looks miserable. Jessica’s back hurts, she puked like crazy, and she has mood swings—really fun ones.
Amelia bounces in. “Jessica! Did we get vanilla cake? I love vanilla. It’s my favorite cake. When my new sister comes, I’m going to feed her cake and help her with her homework.”
Jess forces a smile, but she pushes her lips tight. “Mm-hm,” she hums without opening her mouth.
“Can we have it now? Daddy said it’s time to sing.”
Jess clamps her hand over her mouth. I laugh a little and step in to save her. “How about I carry it in for you, Melia?”
“Really?”
I nod. Amelia digs me. I’m the cool one who gives her treats when Jess and Grayson aren’t looking. We also bonded over our shared hatred of the dance studio owner. Amelia is just mischievous enough to push her limits. If I ever did have a kid, I’d want her to be like this.
“Ready?” I ask as I lift the cake.
Melia goes off in front of me, yelling for everyone to come sing to her. I walk into the dining room area, look around to make sure this is where we are going to sing, and Josh is right in front of me.
I shift to the left, and he does too—in the same damn direction, and there’s nowhere to go. I try to twist, but it’s too late. Instead of the cake going to the table, it ends up smashed between us, plastering both our shirts.
“Oh my God,” I say quickly.
Josh’s eyes move down as parts of the cake fall to the floor. “What the . . .”
“It’s okay, right? I mean, it’s notthatbad.”
He raises one brow. “We’re wearing her cake.”
I stay calm because that’s the only option. “She’s going to kill me.”
“She’s going to kill us both.”
“Don’t move,” I say with my eyes closed. “Maybe we can salvage this.”
I put my hands lower and lean back, praying to God that the cake is still sort of a cake.
When I look, it’s worse. It’s a disaster.
I groan. “Nope. Not a chance.”
“Iwasher favorite,” he says almost to himself.
“No, we all know Ollie is.”
Josh huffs. “Well, this will solidify it.”
“She loved me too.”
Just then, Amelia barrels into the room. Her eyes go wide, and her little hands fly to her mouth. “My cake!”
“I’m so sor—”
“It was my fault,” Josh cuts in. “I ran into Delia on accident and broke your cake, Monkey.”
Her lip quivers, and I swear I’m about to break down in tears. “It’s okay, Uncle Josh.”
“Oh, honey,” I say quickly as more cake falls from our shirts onto the hardwood floor. Jessica walks up behind me and surveys the scene.
“What the . . .”
