There's Something About Molly by Christina Hovland

Author:Christina Hovland
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: enemies to lovers romance; fake relationship romance; opposites attract romance; Mommy Wars Series; Women’s Fiction; Sweet Romance; Cute Romance; Popular Romance; Funny Romance; Later in Life Romance;
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Amara)
Published: 2021-08-25T23:20:54+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“Currently approving my kid’s friends based on which parents will drink wine with me on playdates.” —An internet meme (and so very true).

Molly

Sunday Funday at the park with her girlfriends was the highlight of Molly’s week. One of her favorite things in the world.

The kids were all playing with one another on the playground and entertaining themselves. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, her friends all showed up—even April—and there was a mimosa in her insulated tumbler. Life was…

Miserable.

Molly was miserable.

There. She admitted it to herself.

Molly was never really miserable unless she got the flu. Otherwise, she was more of a go-along-with-what-life-tosses kind of person. Never getting too upset. Life was too short, and she was along for the ride.

Would she have liked a full house of kids that filled an entire dining room table? Yes. Would she have liked it if Ollie’s dad had held up his end of the bargain when she got pregnant? Of course.

He had no problem holding up his bargain with Molly’s replacement. Apparently, she made him happy. They had many kids who Ollie had never met. Their choice, not Molly’s or Oliver’s.

None of that was anything to get too worked up about.

Molly was a cheerful person, dammit.

She sighed, a bone deep sigh. Laid back in the grass, arms wide, and let gravity hold her. It’s not like anyone else wanted to hold her. Not long-term at least.

Her friends continued to chatter in the background as she opened her eyes to follow the line of the clouds as the wind pushed them along above her.

Life was good. She liked what she had, and if she wanted anything at this point? Just more of that goodness, more of what she already had. Compounding interest in the investment she’d made.

She was content. Wasn’t she?

She had been content, at least. Now? Eh, not so much. Because after the didn’t-happen-don’t-ever-mention-it-again kiss, she’d been totally out of sorts.

Also, craving pulled pork and a side of sausage with Cajun rice and beans. She did not, however, crave cayenne cinnamon rolls. That nod from her was also a bit of a fib. She’d never actually made them that way, because, ew, gross.

Nevertheless, she refused to acknowledge her pulled pork craving—or any of the others. None of them were appropriate cravings. They were mediocre consolations at best, not things she’d ever craved before. Or things that deserved her craving attention.

Not like strawberry shortcake, for example. Her most favorite dessert of all time.

Though she’d never admit it.

If anyone asked, she said chocolate cake because that made more sense. A girl could reasonably like chocolate cake. The rich, dense crumb of the layers made sense.

Strawberries were nice and shortcake was fine, but it wasn’t…wow.

Pulled pork was neither chocolate cake nor strawberry shortcake. Definitely not a Sunday at the park with her best friends.

This. This here at the park. This was one of her favorite things.

Laying on the itchy grass, watching the clouds that refused to make shapes today, ignoring all chatter because nothing felt right and everything felt wrong.

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