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By the time Kaylee was scrubbed clean, smelling delicious in the bubble bath which January presumed must cost a small fortune based on how soft her daughter’s skin was, January was
exhausted.
She was blowing drying Kaylee’s hair while the child was wrapped in a thick towel when the knock on the door made her shut the machine off and open it.
Gulliver was grim faced as he looked at her and held out the bag. “Clothing for you both. Kaylee, are you almost ready for your bedtime stories? I have a couple that were dropped off.”
“Yes. I’m almost ready. Mom is drying my hair. I already brushed my teeth.”
“Good girl.” He winked at Kaylee and gave her a small smile. “I will wait for you out here.”
“While you’re reading her stories, I’ll take a shower and get changed.”
“Fine.”
The cool tone of his voice made her shoot him an inquiring glance, but he’d already turned away.
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“My hair isn’t completely dry.”
“It’s dry enough. Go find your father, have him read you bedtime stories and put you to bed.”
Kaylee looked at her worriedly, “you’re sleeping with me though right? I don’t want to sleep alone in a stranger’s place.”
“A strange place and yes, I’ll come sleep with you. I just want to shower and,” she paused as she looked in the bag and noted everything she used to use for her facial regime when she lived with Gulliver, “spend a few minutes giving myself a facial.” She set the boxes on the counter.
Kaylee looked in the bag and wrinkled her nose. “It’s too bad there isn’t candy in there. I think you would feel better if you ate candy. You’re really cranky. You’re almost as cranky as when we drove Henry to the rehabilitation center.”
Kaylee shimmied into her pajama bottoms and looked at her mother with a wide–eyed expression which made her mother point to the door of the bathroom.
January shook her head in irritation as she closed the door behind the child who was calling out loudly for her father. She opened all the boxes and then pulled silk pajama shorts and top and rubbed them against her face. It was a long time since she’d splurged on anything this luxurious and she was taking advantage of the moment.
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she opened the bathroom door to find Gulliver sitting in the bed with Kaylee, his arm around her and she was curled up at his side listening to him read a story. Kaylee’s eyes were growing heavy and Gulliver was playing with Kaylee’s hair as if coaxing her to sleep.
January looked at the bed and decided she was not getting into the bed with him in it. She left them in the room and went into the living area and noted that the two glasses of wine were still sitting on the bar. Thisbe was gone and January wasn’t sad about it.
Despite her daughter’s words, she was stuck on being right. She was pissed off that Thisbe was trying to put blame on her for something she felt no guilt over.
She grabbed the glass of red wine and took a long sip of it and closed her eyes enjoying the way it coated her tongue and palate. She let it linger and then opened her eyes to move back to the patio doors where she’d been earlier.
Staring out the window she wasn’t sure how long she’d been there but eventually her wine glass was empty and the quiet murmurings of Gulliver reading the story were now faded. She assumed he was in the room, watching his daughter sleep for the first time. She herself watched Kaylee sleep all the time. There was nothing more angelic than her daughter asleep.
Bøgtsteps sounding behind her made her look at the reflection in
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“Great, goodnight then,” January moved to set the empty wine glass on the bar counter and headed to the bedroom.
“We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t.”
“You can’t keep fighting with Thisbe.”
“She needs to fuck off.”
“She is your daughter’s aunt. You need to get along.”
“I don’t actually need to deal with her at all, Gulliver. She is your sister, your family and your responsibility. She keeps coming at me hard.”
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