Rock And A Hard Place (Wells Family Book 3) by Juliana Smith

Author:Juliana Smith [Smith, Juliana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

Wednesdays meant I could see Marigold without having to come up with a lame excuse.

Only I’d never have the opportunity if this line didn’t move forward.

New parents were always being given unsolicited advice. Marigold got the heap of it, especially because we’d come home from the hospital with not one baby, but two. Even so, I’d received a good bit as well.

Sleep when they sleep, no juice till they’re a year old, get a car seat that transfers easily to a stroller, stuff like that.

But no one, not a single soul, warned me about the car-rider lines.

I’d never been told a single cautionary tale about how a person could, specifically in a bigger city, be stuck in these things for forty minutes. I loved my kids, and I wanted as much time with them as possible. But I’d only had one cup of coffee so far this morning, and between their insistence on three different kinds of waffles (because I was a pushover like that) and the bickering in the back seat, I was at my wit’s end. I was a patient person, but everyone had their limit, and I was at mine.

Only two things were keeping me sane as I pushed through this dreaded line. First, I’d see Marigold in approximately thirty minutes (though at the rate this line was moving, it might be closer to ten hours). Second, I’d eaten four waffles for breakfast. If I hadn’t, they would have gone to waste. So that was that.

“Ow, quit that,” Miles whined.

“What are you gonna do?” Dallas clapped back.

I wasn’t sure what they were arguing about, and I didn’t bother asking. This was becoming a regular thing and intervening rarely helped. I wondered what Marigold did when they were like this.

“You’re just mad that what I said is the truth!”

“No, it’s not. Shut up.”

That got my attention. I peeked at them in the rearview mirror. Behind me, Dallas had his hands cupped over his ears.

Miles leaned in close. “Everyone knows you like her—”

Oh, that’s what it was about, then. I cleared my throat and twisted in my seat. “Miles, quit it.”

Miles let out a huff and pointed at his brother. “But he started—”

“Stop.” I used the firm dad tone I usually kept packed away because I liked to consider myself a fun and relatable parent.

I turned back around and eased forward. We’d finally made it to the drop-off area. The second the car came to a stop, Miles hopped out with a quick goodbye. Dallas, on the other hand, hadn’t budged.

I shifted the car into park and turned around. “Hey.” I waited for him to look up, and when he did, I gave him an encouraging smile. “Do you really like a girl?”

Neither of the boys talked about crushes, at least not with me. Which was not at all what I was like at their age. I vividly remember begging my mom for a poster of Megan Fox to put on my ceiling. This had to be a Marigold trait.

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