Page 6 of Loyal
I don’t want just any woman, though.
I want her.
Sami.
My phone buzzes on the counter and I smile as I pick it up.
L: Good morning, beautiful. I hope you have a great day and deliver some babies.
My smile grows as I read his text.
He’s just too sweet for his own good.
Me: Morning. I hope you have a great day too.
L: Meet up later?
I laugh quietly under my breath. It should bother me that he knows my daughter’s schedule, but it doesn’t. It’s honestly actually kind of nice that he pays attention. Something my ex never did.
Me: Maybe. I’ll think about it.
When I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, I darken my screen and set it on the counter. I lift my coffee cup and take a sip.
“Morning,” I say as Farrah walks into the kitchen.
“Morning,” she grumbles, making me smile.
“You look cute.”
Farrah grunts.
“How did you sleep?” I ask, trying again.
She shrugs as she makes her way to the coffee pot and starts to pour some into a travel mug. I want to tell her she shouldn’t drink it, that she’s too young, but I bite my tongue. I was her age when I started drinking it, so I really have no ground to stand on.
Then again, I had a baby when I was her age.
Besides, these days I choose my battles, and that’s not one of them.
“Do you have everything for your dad’s?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
I take a deep breath and try not to let her shortness get to me. She’s just not a morning person, and I shouldn’t take it personally. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. Deep down, I know the divorce has hit her harder than I imagined.
I want to do something to make it better.
Then again, it’s like nothing I do will make her happy.
Not unless I get back with her father. That’s something I will never do.
“I’ll see you later,” she mumbles, heading to the door.
I follow behind her and step outside with her.
“Have a good day,” I tell her.
I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and have to bite back my smile.
