Lana comes out of the building with Cami skipping behind her. Cami’s whole face lights up when she catches me sitting inside.
“Hi!” she squeals as she drops into the back seat.
I hold out my hand for her to slap. “What’s up, kiddo?”
My question turns into a whole story about her day. Cami spends the short drive to the market talking about her afternoon at the swimming pool and me following up with questions.
“Come on.” Cami bounces out of the car before grabbing on to Lana’s hand. She clutches mine with her other, linking the three of us together.
I lift her arm up and nudge Lana to do the same. She copies me, causing Cami to swing between us. The giggle she lets out makes my whole heart threaten to burst like a confetti cannon. Lana’s eyes flicker from Cami to me. Whatever she finds in my gaze makes her face soften and her lips turn up into a fraction of a smile.
“Again! Again!” Cami tugs on our arms with a surprising amount of strength for someone so tiny. Lana and I oblige, earning another high-pitched squeal from Cami.
I’m not sure who is having more fun: Cami or us. By the time we make it inside the grocery store, Cami’s face is red from laughing so hard and Lana is beaming.
Damn. I did that.
I’m quick to shake off the minor win before pulling a cart free from the rest.
“No. I want this one.” Cami climbs inside the special kid cart. While the front half of the cart is normal, the back half looks like a kid’s car. Her head touches the top of the car, and her legs look cramped in the small space.
“Are you sure? It looks like a tight fit.”
She turns the wheel like she is on a Formula 1 track versus in a grocery store.
“I see you inherited your mother’s driving skills.”
Lana slaps my ass. “Hey.”
“You did not just…”
Her eyes shimmer. “But I did.” I reach out, but she escapes my grasp with a breathy laugh.
Cami slams her hand on the horn for emphasis. Lana moves to grab the handle of the cart, but I step in before she has a chance.
I turn the cart slowly, being mindful not to jostle Cami. “This thing is heavier than it looks.”
Lana pokes at my straining arms. “Don’t tell me those muscles are just for show.”
“There’s a few ways we can test that theory out.” I wink at her.
She walks ahead of us with her list. I’m hypnotized by the sway of her hips, my skin turning hot with each step she takes.
“Go, go, go!” Cami honks her horn again to get my attention.
I take off after Lana, who is already speaking to the butcher. He smiles at her before shooting me a scowl. I’m quick to smile and wave, although my right eye twitches from how hard I fake the grin.
The rest of the shopping trip goes similarly. A few other people I recognize from my summers here give me a range of looks, varying from surprised to downright angry at my existence. By now, I should be used to how people treat me, but I’m not. It’s hard knowing everyone had a front-row seat to the lowest moment of my life.
You have no one to blame but yourself.
The only thing that saves me from walking out the door is Cami. I treat every aisle like a racetrack, making zipping and zooming noises as I gain speed and glide. She absolutely loves it. Between her clapping, chanting, and cheering, I completely forget about everyone around us. Even Lana cracks and ends up laughing when I create a driving obstacle course with some of the displays scattered throughout the store.
Maybe small towns aren’t the worst. I could never get away with this kind of thing at a busy supermarket in Chicago.
It isn’t until we get to the baking supplies aisle that Cami loses interest in me and our game. She climbs out of the cart and abandons me for Lana.
“Hey!” I call out.
Cami pokes her tongue out through the gap of her missing tooth before running off.
I roll the cart toward the two of them.
“What flavor do you want for your birthday cake?” Lana drops a bag of confectioner’s sugar into the cart.
“Chocolate!” Cami claps her hands together, making her wonky pigtails shake.
Lana grabs some baker’s chocolate chips and dumps them in the cart.
“When is your birthday?” I ask Cami.
She grins. “July 15.”
Turns out little Cami is a Cancer just like me.
No wonder you both get along so well.
“That’s on Saturday.”
“Yup.” She points to a set of birthday candles. “I like that one, Mommy!”
“Let’s hope I can get decorations delivered by Friday.” Lana throws the candles into the cart.
I check out the latest Dreamland princess and laugh. “You like Princess Marianna?”
“Yes! She’s my favorite.” She spins in a circle while pressing her clasped hands against her heart.
“I like her too. She was nice when I met her.” I wink.
Lana’s eyes widen and she shakes her head.
Shit. Was that the wrong thing to say?
“You met Princess Marianna? When?” Cami nearly rips my arm out of its socket from how hard she tugs.
I kneel in front of her. “When I went to visit my brother at Dreamland.”
Lana shuts her eyes with a sigh.
“You went to Dreamland?” Cami’s voice hits the highest pitch I’ve ever heard.
I rub at my eardrum to stop it from ringing. “Yes?”
Her eyes stretch so wide, I’m afraid they might pop out. “When?”
“A few months ago. My brother has a house there.”
“At Dreamland?” Her mouth drops open.
“Yes?”
She gasps. Lana groans.
“Can we go?” She looks up at me with the biggest blue eyes. “Please, Cow-l. Pretty, pretty please can we go to Dreamland? It’ll be the bestest birthday ever.” The way she looks up at me with her gap-toothed smile makes me weak in the knees.
You got yourself into this mess by opening your big mouth. Now fix it.
“You need to ask your mom.” I throw the invisible stick of dynamite into Lana’s hands.
Lana mouths I’m going to kill you.
At least I’ll leave this world knowing I gave a five-year-old kid the bestest birthday present.
Cami turns to her mother and latches on to her legs. “Please, Mommy? I will pick up my toys and eat all my vegetables forever. I swears.”
I snicker, earning a death glare from Lana.
She looks up at the ceiling and sighs. “I guess we’re going to Dreamland.”
I fire off a quick text to Rowan while Cami and Lana debate which ice cream they want to buy. Lana is pushing for the BOGO Ben and Jerry’s while Cami moans about popsicles.
I’m going to need a favor.
I grab the box of colorful Popsicles and drop them in the cart while Lana isn’t looking, earning a wide grin from Cami. Having them argue over a budget is pointless when I planned on paying for the whole cart anyway. It’s the least I can do if Lana is cooking dinner for me.
My phone buzzes a second later, which is a fast turnaround time for Rowan. He usually only looks at his phone a few times a day now with all the Dreamland meetings he packs into his schedule.
Iris
What favor?
Shit. I texted the family group chat instead of Rowan individually.