Page 135 of Spicy Disaster
A familiar face came into view as the woman turned around, and the man at her side said something in a grating voice that had always gotten on my nerves.
The woman came closer and her gaze caught on my screaming son.
A little boy that looked like my mini-me in every way.
Same hair. Same eyes. Same facial structure.
All of it something I used to have and now didn’t.
Madalyn paused next to my chair, and I tried hard not to focus too hard on her.
“What a cute baby,” she said sweetly, then turned to the man at her side. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”
The man snorted. “No. Never have. Never will.”
Madalyn, my once fiancée, looked like she’d lost at life when he said that.
She’d always wanted kids. Never danced around the fact that she wanted a dozen.
But it seemed like karmic justice to know that she’d never gotten the happily ever after she’d claimed to want with me once upon a time.
“He’s just a sweetheart.” She sighed, her eyes losing focus. “He looks a lot like someone I used to know.”
I didn’t say anything.
And luckily my girls came back to show me a massive shell, which caused Madalyn and the man she cheated on me with to scurry off.
Constance glared at her back. “Who the fuck was that?”
I smiled and patted my little man on the back. “No idea. Someone that loves kids and her man refuses to give them to her.”
Wendy snorted. “Then she should leave him. You should never give up your dreams for a man.”
I held out a fist for her to bump. “Amen, sister.”
Wendy bumped my fist, then ran back to the place the old man had finally given up searching.
Constance studied me for a long moment before she said, “You okay?”
I nodded. “Never better.”
And it was.
I had the job I wanted.
Wendy was healthy as a horse.
The family that I’d dreamed of.
The club brothers that I’d always longed for.
There was nothing that I could dream up that would give me a better life than the one I had.
An alert popped up on my phone, and I glanced over at it to read the readout.
