Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 96

“I can’t accept this.”

“Think of it as a loan, sweetheart,” Blossom insisted, her voice warm and soothing like a cup of chamomile tea. “When you’re back on your feet, you can pay me back. Also, cancel that Airbnb you’re staying at and come live with me. I’ve got a three–bedroom house with two rooms gathering dust. This way, I get to see my godsons every day, and I won’t be so lonely. It’s a win–win.”

Elysia’s heart swelled with emotion. She nodded, her words failing to capture the depth of her gratitude. “Thanks, Blossom,” she murmured, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

“Mommy, Godmother, come play with us!” Evan called out to them, his voice echoing in the excitement of the arcade.

The two women exchanged a knowing smile and followed the sound of his laughter.

Elysia’s spirits were buoyed by her best friend’s generosity. Her biggest worry had been the kids‘ schooling, and now, with Blossom’s help, that concern was alleviated.

“Ah-”

A sudden shriek pierced the air.

Emmett had been pushed off a kiddie motorcycle by another little boy and landed with a thud on the carpeted floor. The usurper had already mounted the bike Emmett was riding, his hands gripping the handlebars, a triumphant ‘vroom vroom‘ escaping his lips, oblivious to the injustice he’d just committed.

with the temperament of a firecracker, didn’t take kindly to the sight. He marched. over

picking on my brother?” Evan’s voice was fierce, his

tears as he cried out, “Mommy,

my poor baby,

bum, it hurts,” he wailed, rubbing his backside.

Evan, her voice sharp as a knife, “You little brat, how dare you

stood his ground. “You’re the brat, and so is your whole

I’ll-” The woman’s hand flew up, ready to strike,

mid–air.

no–50

behind her, Elysia glared

think you’re

you blind? As his guardian, you should teach him some manners. This is a public place, the rides are for

playing peacefully. until your son pushed him off. Who’s the one

you know who I am to talk to me