Making Mom Mad, The Celebration Series, Book 6
Chapter 1 ~ Corrine
Where did they go?
I knew I had a good pair of nylons in here. I scrounged through my drawer, turning everything over as I tried to find them. Socks spilled over the edge and onto the floor, but I ignored them. I had fifteen minutes to finish dressing before John showed up.
I paused and sighed dreamily as I thought about him. Dr. John Wallace worked at the retirement community where I had been working for the last year while I finished my nursing degree. He was the sexiest man in the place—which wasn’t hard to achieve when most of the people there were over the age of sixty. There wasn’t a nurse in the place that didn’t drool over him, but most thought he was too arrogant.
I didn’t. I loved his confidence and the way he strutted through the halls of the building. He was masculine, sexy, and strong, and that was what I wanted in a man. I nearly swooned every time he turned his blue eyes my way.
Ever since I’d broken up with Tommy’s father six years ago, I’d been on the hunt for the perfect man to complete the perfect family. Who knew finding him was going to be so hard? Tommy’s father had freaked out when he’d learned I was pregnant and had wanted me to get an abortion. Yeah, I’d told him to kiss my ass and walked away. He’d had no problem signing off on his parental rights a week after Tommy was born. I’d cried for days, probably more because of the postpartum hormones than anything else. The guy was a jerk, and I refused to this day to even think his name, much less speak it.
“Where the hell are my nylons?” I pulled open another drawer. “I just saw them yesterday. Where did I put them?” I scanned my room, wondering if maybe I had taken them out in preparation for tonight’s date, but they were nowhere to be seen.
“Tommy!” I shouted as I pulled open another drawer. “Tommy!”
His feet pounded down the hallway. How did five-year-old boys that weighed forty pounds make so much noise?
“Tommy, have you seen my nylons?” His face went blank. “My pantyhose, you know those things I pull up on my legs when I wear a dress?”
His eyes flashed around the room. “Um, no.”
I growled and shoved the drawer closed, two pairs of underwear peeking out. “Damn it, where did they go?”
“If you can’t find them, does that mean you can stay home with me? We could have a battle with my new alien fighters.”
“No, I have a date, Tommy. I’m not playing tonight.”
I headed into my closet to see if I had hung them on the hanger with my dress and thought I heard him mumble something about me never playing with him, but I didn’t have time to deal with him right then.
I groaned when I pulled out my dress; they weren’t here either. “Well, shit. I guess I’m going to have to go without them.” I wasn’t a fan of pantyhose, but since it was only late April, my legs had yet to see sun, and they were as pale as snow.
I threw my robe on the bed and yanked the dress from the hanger. I’d been saving this dress for a special occasion and figured I couldn’t get a better occasion than having dinner with Dr. John Wallace at the fancy steakhouse in Dexter.
I was straightening my dress when I heard the front door slam shut and rolled my eyes. He was such a drama child. Over the last few months, he’d started throwing temper tantrums that rivaled a two-year-old’s. I didn’t understand what his problem was, and I didn’t have time to worry about it.
Eventually he’d grow out of it. Didn’t he understand that I was busting my ass to give us a better life? I wanted a good job so I could support us without help from my brother, Thad, and I wanted a man who would love us both. I didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with his boyish temperament.
I sighed when I heard the front door open again and heard Lindsey yell down the hall that she was here. Lindsey was Tommy’s primary babysitter, and had been for the last five years. Tommy loved having her because she let him eat all the junk food he wanted and didn’t push him to go to bed the minute his bedtime arrived.
“Lindsey, come here for a second,” I yelled down the hall.
A moment later she popped into my room. “Wow, that dress is fantastic, but your legs look really white. Are you wearing nylons?”
“No,” I growled. “I had a pair saved for tonight, but I can’t find them anyplace.”
“Well, if this guy is like any other guy, he’ll be more interested in your cleavage than your white legs anyway.”
I laughed as I took in my image in front of the full-length mirror on the back of my closet door. “Yeah, this dress sure does show off the girls, doesn’t it?”
Lindsey giggled, “Can I borrow it sometime?”
“Yeah, when you are old enough to wear something like this in public.”
“Hey!” She pouted, “I just turned nineteen. I’m old enough.”
“Lindsey, if you wore something like this, you would attract all the wrong types of guys. Wait till you are a little older before you do that.”
“What, so about twenty-six like you?” she winked.
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “that’s about right.” I sighed, “I hope that this date goes smoothly. I’ve wanted to go out with John for months. I’m still in awe that he finally asked me out.”
“I can’t wait to see him. I’ve heard rumors about how sexy he is.”
I fanned my face as if I were a Southern belle who needed to cool off. “They are all true.” I was slipping my feet into my shoes when I heard muffled yelling coming from the front of the house. “What is that?”
Lindsey and I rushed down the hallway toward the front door, and I peered out the window in time to see something land on John who was screaming in the driveway. I ran out the door to find out what was going on with Lindsey right behind me.
“John, what’s wrong?” I asked as I ran down the three steps of my porch.
I had nearly stopped in front of him when something hit my side.
I spun around and saw Tommy standing behind a bush, his face ashen as he looked at me. My eyes drifted to the ground, and I took in all the shattered eggshells and splatters of yolk. My gaze slipped up to John as my cheeks began to flame. His slacks were wet in two places, bright yellow yolk sliding over the slick fabric. I cringed as my eyes moved up his form and found another egg plastered to his suit jacket. When I finally flipped my eyes up to his, his face was bright red and his eyes were practically bulging from his head.
“What the hell is this? This is a thousand-dollar suit, and this kid just ruined it.”
“I’m sure it will come out at the dry cleaner’s. Just give me your suit, and I’ll get it cleaned for you.”
Lindsey rushed past me with a towel. “Here.” She thrust the towel at him, and he snatched it angrily from her and began to wipe the egg off his clothes.
I spun toward Tommy who was still hiding behind the bush. “Thomas Thaddeus Wagner! Get your butt in the house, now!” I seethed. Tommy began to scuttle around the bush toward the house, and I saw the pair of nylons that I had been looking for lying on the ground next to three whole eggs.
“You know this kid?” John asked as he flung a glob of egg off his pants leg that landed on my bare leg and oozed down. Gross.
“Yeah, that’s my son,” I said quietly as I tried not to barf from the slick sensation on my leg. The egg dripped into my shoe.
“Your son? He’s a monster! You never told me you had a kid!”
He tossed the towel to the ground and turned toward his car.
“Wait, John, I’m so sorry about this. He’s not normally this rotten.”
His laugh sounded evil.
“Can we reschedule?”
He scoffed, “You’re kidding!” He opened his door and pierced me with a look so angry that I wanted to shrink back from it.
“No, let me make it up to you.”
He shook his head and climbed into his car. “No way. I don’t do kids,” he growled and pulled his car door closed.
His engine roared as he started his BMW and put it into reverse immediately, backing out of my driveway like the proverbial bat out of hell. He didn’t even glance my way before he put his car in drive and took off down the street.
I watched him disappear and then scanned the area to see if anyone had witnessed my humiliation. I cringed as I saw Nolan kicked back on his front porch, beer in hand, and a smug smile over his lips. Damn!
Nolan lifted his beer to me in a toast and then took a healthy swig while I spun around and stomped back into the house.
“Tommy!” I screamed as I entered the foyer. I could have sworn I heard Nolan laughing behind me.