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"Her dad didn't show up again?"
Harley.
I sigh, peeking around the doorframe to make sure Morgy isn’t listening in. “Nope.”
Over the last few weeks, I've confided in Harley about my past, specifically the stuff my ex put me through, and more recently what he's now putting Morgan through.
"What an asshole."
“Honey, you don’t know the half of it,” I grumble, thinking how much I love her unconditionally for always being supportive. “And get this… When I called him to give him a piece of my mind last night, I could hear music blaring in the background the second he answered the phone. Can you believe that? The jerk stood her up to go out partying." I was so pissed off when I called the rat bastard. Morgan deserves better.
"Wow, he's more of a dickhead than I thought."
"I just hate it for Morgan."
"Well, his loss is our gain, right?" I can't help but smile because my bestie is always looking for silver linings. "You know what? I've got a great idea. Why don't you both throw on a swimsuit and come over to the clubhouse to hang out? The girls and I are catching some sun by the pool while the kids run around like lunatics.”
"I don't know," I bite my lip. That does sound like fun, but I'm not so sure about taking Morgan to the clubhouse.
Harley laughs. "If it makes you feel any better, it's a family event. No club girls." That does make me feel better.
"Are you sure nobody will mind?"
"I promise."
I think about it for another half of a second before deciding what the hell. “You know what? Why not?"
"That ‘a girl!" Harley cheers, making me laugh.
“I’ll shoot you a text when we’re at the gate.”
"Perfect! I'll see you soon."
"See ya' soon," I say before ending the call and yelling around the doorframe, "Morgan! Put your swimsuit on, baby. We're going swimming at my friend’s… clubhouse."
“Yay!”
I laugh, abandoning my laundry.
Time for some fun in the sun.
Thorn
"I'm going to work on my handstand today, Daddy."
I look down at Mila skipping along beside me and smile. The second I reminded her that today was family day at the clubhouse, she was raring to go.
"First, we gotta put your sunscreen on."
She wrinkles her nose. "Awh… but I don't like that shh—" her eyes widen as she catches herself, "stuff."
I lift a brow. “No cursing, kid.”
She sighs, like I’ve told her she can’t have ice cream again. I want to laugh but have been warned by some of the old ladies that will only encourage her. With her track record in the principal’s office, that’s not something I want to do.
Her arms cross over her chest. “Sorry, Daddy.” She’s not sorry, she just doesn’t want to lose her tablet.
"Whose car is that?" she asks pointing to a car two spots down.
