The only problem was, you had to find a man that was willing to let you be a stay-at-home mom, and so far, I hadn’t found one yet.
Or, at least, the one I wanted definitely didn’t want that kind of life with me.
I got to the table and little Riggens was wide-eyed and looking around.
He grinned when he saw us both.
“You know, if you took my car home, you could catch a few hours of sleep. I could get our food and bring it to your place, and you can take it to lunch,” I pointed out.
Aella didn’t have to think about that for a second.
“Done.” She handed me her keys. “I’d ask for yours but…”
“The locks are fixed.” I fished my massive key ring out of my pocket. “No key necessary still, though.”
“You finally fixed them?” she asked as we made the switch.
“We did,” I confirmed. “I’m going to the store first, though. I need new underwear.”
“Whatever you need to do.” Aella smacked a kiss on my cheek and took off like she was late for an appointment.
Though, I guess she was late for an appointment…with her bed.
Grinning, I picked up Riggens in his car seat and walked back up to the counter.
“Hey, Dorothy,” I called out. “Can you make all that to-go?”
“Sure thing, doll,” she said.
I went to the to-go seating and sat with Riggens in my lap, his car seat digging into my thighs, and stared at my nephew. “You know you’re slowly killing your mother, right?”
Riggens showed me a gummy smile.
The door opened and I glanced up, gritting my teeth when I saw Officer Moran.
Though, she’d ditched the uniform.
She went to the side and stood, not ordering, and not hiding the fact that she was watching me.
I ignored her and kept talking to Riggens.
“Your mommy would love for you to sleep through the night so your daddy and her can catch up on some sleep,” I teased.
Riggens smiled wider.
Gosh, he sure was a cute kid.
“Silver, doll. You’re up!”
I got up with Riggens’ heavy ass car seat and walked to the front.
“Oh, you got your hands full. Why don’t you come back and get the food?”
I would, but Officer Moran would probably call the cops on me for leaving Riggens in the car.
“I got it,” I said. “Thanks, though.”
She reluctantly handed it to me, and I headed for the door.
