his teeth and bit down, eliciting a pained whimper from me. Puck bit down again, mistaking my sounds of pain for pleasure. I pulled away when his teeth finally released my lip, more grateful than ever for Bailey’s unexpected visit.
Bailey pretended not to notice when I closed the door and made my way to the bathroom, inspecting my bleeding lip. I rinsed my mouth and dabbed at the small pool of blood forming in the corner of my lip before returning to the living room.
“Sorry for just dropping by,” Bailey apologized cheerily, standing when I came into the living room and following me into my kitchen, “I just needed girl time tonight and Seph is,” she hopped up to sit on the counter and popped a piece of tomato into her mouth, “Well, she’s Seph and she’s in her own world. I love her, but sometimes I feel like she doesn’t care what’s going on with me.”
I nodded, a little unsure what to say, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, nothing big,” Bailey picked at the fabric of her jeans for a second, “Just boys being boys you know.”
I nodded again, I really did know, especially after the afternoon I’d had, “Want to stay for dinner?”
She leaned forward, batting her eyes at me playfully, “Such a sweet talker; you know just what to say.”
We both laughed until a fussy Riley began making his presence known in the next room. I reached for the red kitchen towel to dry my hands, so I could calm him, but Bailey hopped off the counter and returned with the baby on her hip before I could.
“Is he always so sweet?” she asked, holding his little overall clad body in the air and making faces as he garbled out gleeful sounds.
“He’s a great baby,” I nodded, placing our fish in the oven and leaning back against the counter to watch them.
“And he looks so much like Fi-Travis,” she tickled his belly, “When I found out about him I was so sure I would be a godmother or practically an aunt, but I guess things didn’t quite work out the way I thought they would and I’ve only seen him once, when he was a lot smaller,” she kissed his fingers as he reached out to her face.
“Yeah I noticed you guys don’t seem to like Fisher very much, what’s that about?” I reached into the cabinet and started making a bottle for Riley’s dinner.
“It’s complicated,” she sighed, deciding where to begin, “We all used to be really close friends. We went to high school together, so we used to party and hang out as a group all the time,” she shook her head, lost in a memory, “we were so wild-we thought we were invincible,” I thought back to my own high school friends. We’d never been wild, but we’d had fun. A little pang of homesickness hit my chest.
“You and Seph seem like you haven’t lost that,” I took Riley from her and began feeding him his bottle.
“If you think Seph’s wild now you should have seen her then. The rest of us couldn’t even keep up, except Fisher. They were best friends and partners in crime. Me, our friend Ally, who’s off at State, and the guys in the band couldn’t do much more than watch as they got us into trouble for stuff like setting the field on fire or trying to dig out the dunes or terrorizing the few summer families we get out here.”
Bailey sat down across from me and Riley reached out to her. I handed him over and checked on our fish. “I guess you changed all of that didn’t you little guy?” she smiled down at Riley happily sucking down his meal.
“Having a baby must have changed everything for Fisher,” I began cutting lettuce for our salads.
A sarcastic laugh erupted from Bailey’s lips. “You think?” she tilted her head, highlighting the sarcasm in her voice, “Our group got really divided. Those who thought Fisher did the right thing stayed tight with him while those who didn’t stayed tight with Seph.”
It bothered me to think Bailey believed Fisher had done the wrong thing by keeping and attempting to raise his son,
Bailey pretended not to notice when I closed the door and made my way to the bathroom, inspecting my bleeding lip. I rinsed my mouth and dabbed at the small pool of blood forming in the corner of my lip before returning to the living room.
“Sorry for just dropping by,” Bailey apologized cheerily, standing when I came into the living room and following me into my kitchen, “I just needed girl time tonight and Seph is,” she hopped up to sit on the counter and popped a piece of tomato into her mouth, “Well, she’s Seph and she’s in her own world. I love her, but sometimes I feel like she doesn’t care what’s going on with me.”
I nodded, a little unsure what to say, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, nothing big,” Bailey picked at the fabric of her jeans for a second, “Just boys being boys you know.”
I nodded again, I really did know, especially after the afternoon I’d had, “Want to stay for dinner?”
She leaned forward, batting her eyes at me playfully, “Such a sweet talker; you know just what to say.”
We both laughed until a fussy Riley began making his presence known in the next room. I reached for the red kitchen towel to dry my hands, so I could calm him, but Bailey hopped off the counter and returned with the baby on her hip before I could.
“Is he always so sweet?” she asked, holding his little overall clad body in the air and making faces as he garbled out gleeful sounds.
“He’s a great baby,” I nodded, placing our fish in the oven and leaning back against the counter to watch them.
“And he looks so much like Fi-Travis,” she tickled his belly, “When I found out about him I was so sure I would be a godmother or practically an aunt, but I guess things didn’t quite work out the way I thought they would and I’ve only seen him once, when he was a lot smaller,” she kissed his fingers as he reached out to her face.
“Yeah I noticed you guys don’t seem to like Fisher very much, what’s that about?” I reached into the cabinet and started making a bottle for Riley’s dinner.
“It’s complicated,” she sighed, deciding where to begin, “We all used to be really close friends. We went to high school together, so we used to party and hang out as a group all the time,” she shook her head, lost in a memory, “we were so wild-we thought we were invincible,” I thought back to my own high school friends. We’d never been wild, but we’d had fun. A little pang of homesickness hit my chest.
“You and Seph seem like you haven’t lost that,” I took Riley from her and began feeding him his bottle.
“If you think Seph’s wild now you should have seen her then. The rest of us couldn’t even keep up, except Fisher. They were best friends and partners in crime. Me, our friend Ally, who’s off at State, and the guys in the band couldn’t do much more than watch as they got us into trouble for stuff like setting the field on fire or trying to dig out the dunes or terrorizing the few summer families we get out here.”
Bailey sat down across from me and Riley reached out to her. I handed him over and checked on our fish. “I guess you changed all of that didn’t you little guy?” she smiled down at Riley happily sucking down his meal.
“Having a baby must have changed everything for Fisher,” I began cutting lettuce for our salads.
A sarcastic laugh erupted from Bailey’s lips. “You think?” she tilted her head, highlighting the sarcasm in her voice, “Our group got really divided. Those who thought Fisher did the right thing stayed tight with him while those who didn’t stayed tight with Seph.”
It bothered me to think Bailey believed Fisher had done the wrong thing by keeping and attempting to raise his son,
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