10- Playing This Game Will End Up in Inappropriate Positions

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10

A week had passed since Allie’s birthday party. Blake and I continued our daily routine of either going to the bakery or nearby children’s playground after dropping Liam and Allie off at school. We didn’t talk about what had happened in his room though. I didn’t bring it up, and thankfully he didn’t too.

We avoided that topic like the plague. I had my own reasons, them being related to my past. It was something I never liked talking about. I, however, didn’t know about his reason. A normal person would ask and bring the subject back up or not let it drop but he didn’t, and it seemed like he didn’t want to talk about it either. I’m not complaining but just curious on why he said nothing.

But not curious enough to have the guts to bring back up the topic.

It was Sunday when I opened my fridge and found out that I barely had enough food stock to last for the week. I did go grocery shopping last Sunday but I ran out of food, again. Liam wasn’t helping when he ate every damn free time he had and that was basically always.

So after lunch, I took Liam to the nearest grocery store to stock up.

“Pwease?”

“For the third time, no.”

“Pwease Aunt Beth?”

I sighed in exasperation. “Liam, I said no.”

“Pwetty pwease?”

“No.” I said my tone stern as I put me free hand on my hip. “You’ve been eating sweets for the past days already. We’re cutting half off your sugar intake.”

Maybe Reese was right. This kid ate too much sugar and will probably have diabetes before puberty. Didn’t his throat hurt after eating that many sweets? I’m sure it will soon, mine did.

He gave up and sighed, nodding as he went along with me. Now I feel bad. I know when I should say no to a kid so that when they grow up they won’t be spoiled brats. But crushing a four year old’s happiness really does bring you down in the dumps.

Lifting him off the floor, I placed Liam on the seat of the shopping cart. It was for two things. One: he wanted to sit there. Two: I don’t want to lose him again just like what happened before. Reese would skin me alive and throw me in a pool of lemon juice if she found out.

She’s one scary woman. Trust me. I have seen her in her in a very terrible mood in a coincidentally horrifying day. Let’s say we never saw the waitress- also known as the whore’s face in the club they illegally brought me in (don’t ask) when she tipped the contents of an entire can of Sprite on Reese’s chest when my sister found her feeling up a scowling Dominic. Not a sight to see.

I shudder at the memory. I actually pitied her for the first few seconds when Reese landed a punch to her gut after calling my sister a hoe. But then I shrugged it off. They started a fight and by the end the girl’s face looked like a blood bath with a broken and bleeding nose, a busted lip, a black eye, a few bruises, and a missing tooth. Reese only had a few scratches and bruises on her but was nothing compared to the other.

With Liam comfortable on the seat, I set foot in the grocery store. I needed a lot of things since I forgot I was supposed to be shopping for two.

We were at the spreads section as I try to decide on what jam to buy. Liam wasn’t much of a help , picking up a random jar and placing it in the cart.

“Don’t get that.” I took the jar from the cart and placed it back in the display rack. “You got one from last week and it was gross.”

Liam made a face and shook his head in agreement. “Stwawbewy!”

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