Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“I must have had it on my hands and then wiped my eyes with it.”
“We have to go to the emergency room,” I tell her. I’m already grabbing her purse and reaching for my phone.
“I already got checked,” she says. “My doctor came by and saw me this morning. She said there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just swollen. She said the swelling should go down in a day or two.”
“A day or two?” I say, staring at her in shock. “Can you even see?”
“A little bit. It’s all blurry in the mirror. How do I look?”
“You look like you got into a fight with Connor McGregor.”
She laughs. “You should see his face.”
“You know that scene in Hitch?” I say, trying not to crack up.
“No way,” she says, laughing too. “That bad?”
“Probably worse.”
She shakes her head and laughs. “Take a picture.”
I grab my phone and she gives me a big happy smile, which looks so hilarious with her big puffy eyes that I start crying laughing. I feel bad for her, but if she’s going to be okay, it’s pretty hilarious. Plus, my mom is the type of woman who laughs at everything. Nothing gets her discouraged.
“Don’t you have that fundraiser with dad tonight?” I ask, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“I did,” she says. “I’m not going now. I look ridiculous and I can’t see. I’ll probably walk right off the yacht in front of everyone.”
“Yeah, but maybe a hot Italian billionaire will pull you out.”
“Pull me out looking like a dead fish?”
“A dead fish with puffy eyes.”
She grins. “And great tits.”
I grab a pillow and throw it at her.
She got breast implants last year and loves them.
The front door opens and my mom winces.
“Hello!” Dad bellows through the house.
“Does he know about this?” I ask.
Mom shakes her head. “He was at work and I didn’t have the heart to tell him.”
“I think he’s going to find out when he walks in and sees you looking like a Star Wars character.”
She laughs. “What kind of Star Wars character? Leia in the hot bikini or strange alien creature?”
“Definitely hot Leia,” I say.
I hear my dad throw his keys on the counter downstairs. “Lynn?” he calls out. “Are you home?”
“I’m up here,” Mom hollers back. She winces as she looks at me. “Can you go prepare him?”
I take a deep breath as I look her over one last time. “I’ll do my best.”
My heart is racing as I run out of the room and down the hall. Dad is walking up the stairs. He lights up when he sees me.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says as I meet him halfway on the staircase. He wraps his big arms around me and gives me a bear hug. He’s the best dad in the world.
I know he’s always had a soft spot for me. I’m his only child and even though I’m twenty-two, he still sees me as his baby girl.
I don’t mind. It’s kind of nice and comforting. I play into it a bit sometimes. Especially when I have a big favor to ask.
“Hi, Daddy,” I say in the cute voice he loves so much. “How was work?”
“Exciting as always,” he says with a warm smile. “Is your mother getting ready for the party? We can’t be late.”
His eyes dart up the stairs. He goes to take a step around me, but I block his path.
He looks at me funny. “Is everything okay, sweetheart?”
I take a deep breath. “Mom is fine.”
“Okay,” he says, suddenly on edge. “What happened?”
“She got some poison ivy on her face.”
“What?!” he charges past me and runs up the stairs. “Lynn! Lynn! Where are you?”
It’s so sweet how worried he gets. I know he loves her so much.
I race after him as he runs down the hall to their bedroom.
“Lynn!” he says, stopping short in the doorway when he sees her. “Oh my god! Baby, what happened?”
“That malicious devil plant attacked my face,” Mom says with a bitter look. “It attacked and it won.”
“We have to get you to a hospital,” he says, bursting into action. He runs into their walk-in closet and grabs a bag.
“She already saw a doctor,” I tell him.
“I’m fine,” Mom says with a long exhale. “Besides looking like a monster and having the itchiest eyes in human history, I’m fine.”
He drops the bag and races to the bed to sit beside his wife. “You’re always beautiful to me,” he says as he cradles her and kisses the top of her head.
“Yeah, right,” she says with a laugh, but she sinks into his arms and lets him hold her.
I love watching them together. They’re so sweet.
Growing up, I always knew my parents were soulmates. They were always so in love. Holding hands while going on walks, dancing around the kitchen to David Gray songs, leaving cute little love notes to each other around the house—that’s what I was exposed to growing up.