Page 9 of Get A Fix

I pulled the tissues out of my laptop bag and passed them to her. “Let’s blow our nose, wipe our eyes, and then you can tell me what happened to the stroller.”

“They put it through baggage even though I gate-checked it,” she lamented, ready to cry again at any moment.

“Of course they did,” I said sarcastically and got a whimper in return. “All right, then, let’s go get it.”

“Oh no, you were on your way out and⁠—”

“The man I’m meeting is running very late, so I actually have lots of time, and you and your lovely daughter and—” I tipped my head at the car seat.

“My son, Taylor,” she answered, sounding stuffed up.

“Tay-Tay,” Gemma chimed in.

“Yes, Tay-Tay,” Ainsley repeated.

“I could not leave you, Gemma, and Tay-Tay in such a state.”

“Why not?”

It was an odd question but she was, in fact, overwrought. “I’m a fixer. It’s my job to leave all people and situations better than I found them.”

“You’re kidding.” She deadpanned.

I grinned at her. “I’m not.”

“Huh.”

“Plus, if you must know, I have a soft spot for mothers and their kids.”

Another whimper, and she was weeping again in seconds.

“You can keep the tissues,” I teased her, and she tried valiantly to give me a smile.

I noted the wedding set, diamond and band, on her left hand. “Where’s your spouse?”

She laughed, and it sounded a bit unhinged. “My husband and I got separated on the last flight because it was oversold, so he’ll be here in three hours with our two boys.”

“Four kids on a plane?” I said in mock horror. “I have to ask madam, are you doing penance from God?”

Her laugh was a good sound, even with being a bit manic, and I wasn’t surprised when the tears came again. She was utterly overwrought.

“What time did you leave your house this morning?”

“Five,” she answered.

“And no sleep last night.”

“No. We were packing. I couldn’t do it during the day. I work from home, and I have the kids as well. Only one is in kindergarten.”

“You need a break.”

She nodded.

“And I’m betting someone to clean the house once a week. My sister Chloe and her husband used to fight all the time over who had to clean. Like who did laundry, who did the vacuuming, because they both worked outside the home. But now a lovely woman and her two daughters come once a week, and guess what, no more fighting.”

She sniffled. “I always felt like we should be able to clean our own house.”

“Certainly, if you weren’t working, or he wasn’t. But you both are, so maybe get some help. Just try it and see.”