War Hope: War Series Book Two by Nicole Lynne & LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole

Author:Nicole Lynne & LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole [Lynne, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-02T04:00:00+00:00

I’ve barely thrown my bag down in my apartment before I’m in the kitchen making coffee. I press start on the coffee machine before closing my eyes on a groan. My head is pounding like a marching band, and there's the slight after taste of shame and lost dignity on my tongue. I jump in the shower before Poppy gets here because god knows, I can't be tainting her child with my wild ways.

I do a quick rinse and hop out, drying myself off and grabbing clothes on my way to the kitchen for that fucking coffee. She knocks just as I'm tugging a tank top over my head.

I open the door and she pushes past, forcing me to step back. "Sure. Come in." Jesus, my fucking head.

"Are you sure you don't mind having him?" Poppy asks. Oh god. The thought of dealing with that screaming ball of hell—joy. I mean joy. "Work asked me to cover a shift and they're desperate."

"Uh-huh. Yep. Sure," I mumble. She starts talking, going on about bottles and other shit. I can barely focus over the pounding in my head. Finally, she hugs me and kisses my cheek.

"You're a star. Thank you so much!" She kisses Patrick, whose still in his pram, and then she leaves, closing the door behind her.

I glance at him on my way to the kitchen to make my coffee. He’s sucking on a pacifier and seems content enough. I don’t bother to add milk or sugar to my coffee. I just down it as though it were a gift from God himself, and it’s then, as I stare into the empty coffee cup that I finally realise the gravity of my situation. I tentatively glance inside the pram and Patrick is looking at me, his bright green eyes focusing on my face. He's still sucking on his pacifier, waving his little hands in the air. I take his bag off the back of the pram and rifle through it, looking for a note, some kind of instructions, anything. Shit.

I leave him in his pram because if I pick him up, I guarantee he'll shit himself. Something about my presence seems to encourage that child's bowel movements.

I suck down another cup of coffee and email my dad. And Patrick is now sleeping in his pram. No shit. No tears. I tidy up the apartment, thinking maybe it’s all going to be okay and then he starts. The terrible screeching is like a fire alarm going off whilst somebody fires a gun...at my face. I go through everything I see Poppy do. I feed him. I change him and he doesn't even piss on me. I sing to him even though I sound like a dying hyena, but he doesn’t stop. His face is all red and splotchy, big crocodile tears are forever running down his cheeks. After an hour of it, my head is killing me. My nerves are shot to shit and I wonder if this is how Finn feels about noise.

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