Page 122 of Zero Pucks Left (Las Vegas Angels 2)
He’s also my roommate and a damn good dude once you get to know him.
“I’m out of fucking formula,” I growl. “Gotta go see if I have any in the trailer.”
“Shit, man,” Shiver says with an uninterested shrug before turning back to his conversation with Cobra.
I push open the clubhouse door with my shoulder, squinting against the late afternoon sun as I head across the dusty lot to my trailer, Kash still wailing away.
For such a little dude, he’s sure got an impressive set of lungs on him.
Inside the trailer, I set him down in his playpen, wincing as his screams reach ear-splitting heights.
I turn in a circle, scanning the small, cluttered space.
Formula, formula, where the hell do I keep the formula?
I yank open cabinets, rifling through the hodgepodge of dishes, baby supplies, and random junk.
I check the fridge, the grimy kitchen counters, and the jam-packed shelves above the stove.
Nothing.
I’m shit out of luck.
“Goddammit,” I snarl, slamming my fist against the flimsy wall and instantly regretting it when the whole trailer shakes.
Kash’s face is beet red now as he howls, fat tears rolling down his chubby cheeks.
It physically pains me to see him so upset.
I’m his dad. I’m supposed to take care of him and make sure he has everything he needs.
Yet here I am, failing spectacularly at the most basic task.
I scoop him up and cradle him against my chest, making shushing noises and rocking him gently. “I’m sorry, Kash. I’m so sorry, buddy. Daddy fucked up, but we’ll figure this out, okay? Shh, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
He just keeps on sobbing, tiny hands balled into fists, body shaking.
He’s hungry and mad, and I’m helpless to do anything about it.
I pace back and forth in the small space, mind racing.
I could call Mandy to see if she could run to the store for me, but she’s probably busy.
She works like fucking crazy.
Almost like I have a sign outside of my trailer, Raven pops her head inside, eyebrows raised. “Everything okay in here? I heard Kash wailing from halfway across the lot.”
Relief floods through me.
Raven’s always been good to me and Kash.
If anyone can help, it’s her.
“Hey, yeah, I’m in a bind. Totally out of formula, and this little man’s starving. You wouldn’t happen to have any extra cans stashed away, would you?”
She frowns, thinking. “Sorry, Doc. I haven’t started stocking up on it yet. But hey, I can make a quick run to the store down the street and grab some for you. No biggie.”
I hesitate.