Page 41 of A Me and You Thing
I feel his pain as if it’s a physical being. It hits me hard. We all need to find a way out of this deep, dark hole we’re trapped in. It doesn’t mean we forget, it just means we function.
“Okay, so when are you going back to work?”
Yikes. That came out a little too sprightly. Little Miss Merry Sunshine, I am not.
He rubs his jawline. His very sculpted jawline. “Tomorrow?”
I think my eyes widen with fear. “T-tomorrow?”
“That all right with you? I think I need to do this.”
Play it cool, Breanna. “Uh, yeah, of course. As long as you show me what to do today.”
“You got this, Bree. I trust you.”
He trusts me with his most prized possessions. I think my heart swells a little in my chest. Either that or my stomach is rebelling to food this early in the morning and giving me heartburn.
I’m not sure which.
Regardless, I’m doing this. It’s scary and terrifying, yet I know it will be fulfilling and rewarding. I hope.
This is what I’ve always wanted, but it was always out of my reach. Now that it's here, I’m excited to embark on a new life.
In the end, I’ll never forget why I’m really here—and that’s for Quinn.
This is for you, girl.
I WAKE UP out of a sound sleep and hear soft babbling from the baby monitor. Oh, wow. My alarm hasn’t even gone off yet. Sawyer should already be out of the house on an early morning whale watching charter. He wasn’t kidding when he decided he was ready to go back to work and stay busy.
Here it is, my second day, and I’m on my own. I sort of feel like I’ve been left alone with man-eating tigers in the house. And they’re out to get me.
I check the video monitor and see that only Josie is awake. She’s rolling around her crib and nestling in her blanket, half awake and half asleep.
I’d better hop in the shower right now while she’s still deciding. By the time I’m out, I’m sure both natives will be restless.
I rush through my morning shower. I slip on slim fitting workout pants and a t-shirt. Mom clothes. And proud of it. I complete my new look by combing out my hair and putting it back into a ponytail. Easy peasy and oh-so-comfortable. I brush on a bit of makeup and call it good. I’m not going out of the house today, so why not keep it casual? I’ve got to admit, I’m not missing heels or restraining pencil skirts.
So far, so good. I’ve got this.
I check the baby monitor and my jaw drops.
WHAT?
I rush down the hallway and throw open the door to the nursery. The girls are sitting on the floor surrounded by hundreds of wipes. Maybe thousands. Who’s counting? Diapers are strewn about the room and the basket they’re normally stored in is upside down. Every single toy is out of the toy box and every single children’s book has been knocked off the shelving unit.
I didn’t even know they could climb out of their cribs, much less wreak such havoc in thirty minutes.
Sawyer forgot to mention a few things. He has someman-splainingto do. I pull my phone out of my pocket and snap a few pictures of the disaster.
Jordyn pulls three more wipes out of the container and throws them as she giggles. I attach the pictures to a text and send them to Sawyer along with a message.
Me: Please pick up wipes on the way home, darling. :(
He has reception because he answers right away.
Sawyer: BTW, they can climb out of their cribs.
Me: Important much?
