Worth the Wait(57)

Brett: Need you to go in the closet and find your hottest dress and heels. I got plans for you tonight, beauty.

Me: I’m not wearing heels and a dress to make you dinner. I don’t give a shit if it is a fantasy of yours. Not. Happening.

Brett: You’re not makin’ dinner tonight, baby. We’re having a date night.

Date night, a concept single mothers world-wide were unfamiliar with. I looked up at the clock to see if I had enough time to find a sitter when my phone pinged again.

Brett: And wear some sexy as fuck underwear, too. You got a thong? You should totally wear a thong!

Me: It’s 3:00! I don’t have time to find a sitter. Have you forgotten those 2 little people who live under the same roof as us? The ones who can’t feed or wash themselves?

Brett: Already got that taken care of. Lizzy and Trevor are on kid duty tonight. Be sure to pack them an overnight bag.

“Lizzy!” I yelled from my station at the salon. “You volunteered to keep Cameron and Callie overnight? Have you lost your damn mind? You already have Trevor at home; you really want to add to that headache?”

Lizzy’s laughter rang out through the salon as she walked over to me. “He promised to behave if I ordered pizza for dinner. Hope you don’t mind the rugrats eating junk tonight.”

If it meant that Brett and I got an entire night to ourselves, she could feed them whatever the hell she wanted…you know, as long as it wasn’t poisonous.

“That’s all you had to bribe him with?” I asked skeptically. That just sounded too easy. I’d gotten to know Trevor pretty well, and I was fairly certain that pizza wasn’t a sufficient enough bribe for that man.

“Well…pizza and I might have promised to act out one of his role play fantasies.”

“Ooh, that could be fun.”

She narrowed her eyes in and gave me a you’ve lost your damn mind look. “Yeah, then you dress up like Maggie from The Walking Dead and tell me how much fun it is.”

I couldn’t control the hysterical laughter that escaped me as I pictured Lizzy in torn up, dirty clothes and a brown wig. I was talking full-on, snort inducing laughter.

“Seriously, Kenz! Who in their right damn mind gets turned on pretending to fight in a friggin’ zombie apocalypse?! He even wrote a script. A script!”

“So he’s gonna dress up as Glenn?” I giggled.

“No,” she sulked. “He’s Merle. That asshole’s had a sick obsession with that man since we made the mistake of introducing him to the show. He even found that stupid metal thingy to put on his hand so it looks like it’s missing.”

“Stop…stop,” I choked, tears running down my face. “I can’t breathe.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome, bitch,” she grumbled before going back to work. I tried desperately to control myself, but every time I pictured them in full TWD regalia, another fit of laughter started up.

Me: Trevor tell you what he conned Lizzy into doing to agree to babysitting?

Brett: Yes. And don’t remind me. I just got that fuckin' visual out of my head.

Me: What’s wrong with your friend?

Brett: So damn much. Don’t forget the thong!

Woohoo! I couldn’t wait for date night!





For the love of Christ. This date night was the worst date night in the history of the world! I needed a motherfuckin’ redo like nobody’s business. I’d spent countless hours putting the damn night together, and it’d been one epic screw up after another right out of the friggin’ gate.

I had stopped at the florist’s to buy the most expensive bouquet of flowers I could find, thinking, surely every woman loved flowers.

Yeah, not so much.

When I walked through the door, flowers held behind my back, I was stunned speechless and semi-erect the moment I laid eyes on my girl. The little black dress she was wearing hugged her curves so well my mouth watered. From head to toe, she looked like perfection.

“Sweet Lord, baby. You look fantastic.”

“Thanks,” she smiled then proceeded to have a little sneezing fit.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. I’m good.” She stepped up to give me a kiss, but as soon as she stood in front of me, she sneezed in my mouth. “Shit! I’m so sorry. God, that was so gross. I’m so sorry, honey.”

“It’s okay,” I soothed, wiping the back of my hand across my face. “Here, I got you these.” I pulled the flowers from behind my back with a shit-eating grin, so damn sure they were gonna get me laid. To say her reaction was a bad one would have been an understatement.

Covering her nose and mouth with both hands, I heard a mumbled, “Oh, God,” as she took two giant steps away from me. “Are those stargazer lilies?”