Page 33 of Fighting Our Forever

She looks me up and down and sneers at me. “Are you the nanny?”

The hairs on the back of my neck rise and do my best to stop myself from going off on this bitch. Who the hell does she think she is?

“No.” I deadpan, crossing my arms over my chest, waiting for her to continue.

“Hmm, I figured Paul had better taste than you, whatever. Is Ryan here?”

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

She laughs and pushes past me. “I saw his truck out front I’ll just go find him. He’s probably in his room anyway.”

Closing the door, I’m in shock at the audacity of this woman. I follow her as she walks through the house like she’s been here a hundred times and it all clicks into place. This is Brenna, Rush’s mother?

“Brenna stop, Ryan isn’t home.”

She’s about to go upstairs where Rush is asleep in his crib, when she stops and looks at me, thank god. I want her as far away from him as possible.

Brenna walks up to me as if she owns the place like she has every right to be here. Towering over me, she does her best to intimidate me, but I’ve faced scarier monsters than her. She’s just a bitch wearing shiny clothes. “Where the hell is he then? I need to talk to him about something important.”

“He’s out of town this weekend. When he gets back, I’ll let him know you stopped by.”

“He just left Rush with you? Paul’s flavor of the week?” She screeches.

Holding my hand up, I show her my left hand that has a two-carat diamond sparkling on my ring finger and wave it in front of her face. “Does this look like a fucking flavor of the week?”

Her eyes zoom in on the ring and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Ryan and Paul did a great job picking it out, don’t you think? They surprised me last weekend, asking me to marry them in front of our waterfall. It was very romantic.” I gush, loving how red her face is getting while I speak.

“You’re engaged to… both of them?” She says in outrage.

I look down at my ring and let a real smile spread across my face remembering the moment.

“You’re a fucking whore! I’m not letting you raise my child, this isn’t right!”

“You’ve got no say in that now. You signed your rights away, and now we have custody. You’ll never see that beautiful boy again. Now get the hell out of my house.” I shout, knowing Rush will be waking up any minute.

She turns to walk upstairs, and I grab her hair and pull, not letting her near him. Brenna falls to the ground, and I grab the baseball bat we keep in the corner for unwanted guests. Pointing it at her face I swing, missing her by an inch. “I told you as nicely as I could to get out of here, now I’m pissed. Get your skanky ass off my floor and get out of my house or the next time I swing, I won’t miss.” I seethe, anger radiating through me.

She stands unsteadily and wobbles to the front door and walks out slamming it, rattling the walls. Five seconds later Rush is crying, and I hate that this ugliness was ever near him, even if he didn’t see it.

I lock the door and set the alarm. Checking out the window, I see Brenna pulling out of our driveway in a beat up white sedan. The car must be thirty years old. I wonder what she was doing here dressed like that but driving a piece of shit car. When I don’t see her anymore, I drop the bat next to the door and go up to Rush’s room and calm him down.

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