Hailey
“What’s taking so long?” Lily demands, frowning. Her ringlets bob and sway as she talks, and her blue eyes are hard and fierce.
The three of us are sitting in the car in the driveway, waiting for Tyler to return with the muffins.
“I told you, honey,” I say. “Daddy said traffic is bad.”
“Someone didn’t plan this well.” Mason looks up from the tablet he has been engrossed in, his blond hair tousled by a brisk autumn breeze.
“I forgot,” I tell him. “That’s not the same thing.”
He looks up at me with contempt. He has my blue eyes, my full lips, and my narrow nose. “You said you wouldn’t forget again,” he says accusingly.
While I’d like to say he sounds like his father, we all know I’m the planner in the family. Tyler works hard. He’s a terrific husband and an incredible father, b
