Santa’s Little Helper
Here it is, my CS Secret Santa gift for the lovely emmaswanchoosesyou. I have so enjoyed getting to know you over the last few weeks, and I hope you enjoy your (slightly early) gift. I took the prompt from this list:
“Hi we’re neighbours and omg are you alright I could smell cooking burning - whoaaa now that’s just embarrassing. Step aside I’ll handle this”
Disclaimer: I own nothing
“It’s a good school. It’s a good school,” Emma chanted in her head as she stared at the slip of crumpled paper Henry had thrust into her hand and looked at her hopefully.
It was a mantra she’d adopted ever since she’d enrolled Henry at the place, taken him on a walk-through his Kindergarten classroom and met with the principal who gave her speech about how the school valued its relationship with parents and wanted them to be an integral part of the classroom.
“Oh. OK. Sure,” Emma had said, hoping the demands weren’t going to be too onerous because really, as a single parent who could only work as a bail-bondsperson on limited nights now, Emma wasn’t about to take a lot of time away from work.
At first it had been cute, the invitations that came home to see the work they’d been doing, and Emma had been able to carve an hour out here and there for that. Then there’d been a class trip to the museum and Emma had had to say no, she wasn’t available to come. Which would have been fine and dandy if Henry hadn’t spotted her, dressed in a far too short skirt and waiting on a bail jumper who thought he was hooking up with her fake Tinder profile, while he walked along the street with the rest of his class holding hands and singing happy songs.
It wasn’t so much that Henry had looked disappointed that she had other things to do, it was the looks she got from the other mothers, the ones who wondered just why she thought she could blow off her only son’s first school trip to hang around outside a bar.