Amaraβs dad. π©· snacks packed. hair done. preschool chauffeur. undefeated at making up bedtime stories.
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π 29. Full-time dad to Amara. π°
π§ AV + event production. π Building manager whenever somebody loses their keys.
π¦ Bedtime stories made up nightly. Continuity errors will not be acknowledged. β¨
π Mostly dad life, work chaos & whatever Amara has decided we're doing today.
I watched @IrisMOMents and @whiskeyhour make a beeline for the bathroom, then burst out laughing when @EliasRivers ordered alcohol.
Oh, we're doing this? Hair of the dog?
I considered it for a second, then shrugged.
It's five o'clock somewhere.
Amara and I rolled in and spotted Elias already in a booth. I give him a nod and slide in across from him.
"I'm leaving the shades on until the headache passes. Are @IrisMOMents and @whiskeyhour here yet?"
Amara climbs in beside me, then shows she has better manners than me.
I paused before putting my phone down.
βActuallyβ¦β
I shot identical texts to @IrisMOMents and @EliasRivers
π±30 minutes, IHOP? Cooper is in!
I looked toward the living room.
"Amara, you want pancakes?"
YESSSSS!
I winced as the answer went directly through my skull.
"Okay."
I looked back down at my phone and typed.
π±Letβs do it. Give me 30. I have to get Amara dressed.
Had we been flirting last night? I thought we had. Maybe? There had been dancing. Hands. A lot of laughing. Vodka. At one point I was pretty sure sheβd been doing the robot.
I looked at the message again. Do I compliment her back? Heart? Was a heart too much?
From the living room, Amara was screaming βSCOOBY DOOBY DOO, WHERE ARE YOUUUU.β
I started typing.
π±So are y-
Delete.
π±We should hang out tonβ
Delete.
I stood in front of the coffee maker staring at my phone, waiting for it to produce the only thing currently standing between me and death.
π±215: The person cutting the grass across the street is being really loud.
"Across the street."
I closed my eyes.
"Not my grass. Not my problem."
π±311: Hey Danny, whatβs my rent again?
I stared at that one longer.
"How do you not know your own rent?"
βAmara, Daddy is very sick.β
The ghost appeared on screen and she bounced.
Tiny fingers tangled into my hair and tugged.
βDaddy! GHOST!β
βI believe you.β I blindly reached behind me, trying to catch her. βPlease tell him Daddy died.β
Amaraβs with her mom tonight, which means I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself. So when a couple of the daycare parents invited me to a party, I figured why not.
Then they handed me glitter and told me to throw it over my head.
I shouldβve gone home.
