Cry Me a River PG-13 Edition Read Online Free Page B

I’m around.  You can’t deny me my daughter.”
    “We’re not denying you anything.  Don’t you think this is a little soon?  She lost her mother a few days ago.”
    Everything in me wants to scream and shout to shut up and give me my daughter.  Alan and I are going to butt heads all day I can tell.  “Alan, I know she lost her mother this week.  You both act as if I don’t care; you know I do, I want nothing but the best for Lucy.  Don’t try to act as if Lucy is better off with you.  I’m not the one who was a junkie.”
    Darla sits back down, a look of determination on her face.  “Caide, honey, we want the best for both you and Lucy.  You don’t want to take her tonight do you?”
    Suddenly I’m honey? “No, I’m calling a service to come decorate her room and get it all ready for her.  I still have her nursery set up for a newborn; it’s time to get it ready for a toddler.  Don’t think I’m going to keep her away from you.  I want her to have you in her life and I’m sure you want the same thing.  I want you to be at her birthday parties and her dance shin-digs.  This isn’t a good-bye, but it is notice that I want my daughter to live with me.”  I’m proud of myself for not jumping up and down and pitching a holy-hell fit.
    Alan’s face is a deep crimson red; his blood pressure is probably elevated.  “What is your timeline?”  He runs his hands through his hair nervously.  His nose is too large for his face, one of the traits I prayed Lucy wouldn’t have. 
    “I was hoping to have her with me within a month.  Sooner rather than later.”
    “We’re planning a road trip to the mountains next weekend, but the following weekend you can come visit her,” Alan says slowly.
    Darla ’s mouth falls open, her eyes bulging, her nose crinkled up, adding a few years to her face.  “What are you doing Alan?” She glares at him as she spits out the words.
    He pats her hand and assures her everything will be fine.   I sigh in relief.
    After a few minutes , it’s agreed on that I’ll pick Lucy up for dinner on Thursday evening. Thank God I’m finished with them.  I can live the rest of my life without another one of Darla’s pissed off looks and Alan’s sneers. 
    Erin the nanny and Lucy are sitting on the floor with a box of blocks.  Instead of making Erin leave, I join them.  She’s kind to Lucy; I can tell they have a bond.  Looks like I should ask Erin to work for me.  I wonder if she minds coming out to the beach. 
    Her face is young; she looks fifteen, not really my thing. She has the wholesome looks of Jennifer Lawrence, with dark hair.  She’s tall for a girl, almost as tall as me.  My dad would call her a tall drink of water.  I’m six feet and rarely look a girl eye to eye without heels on.  She’s tan, probably from the Country Club pool and she doesn’t have on any make-up.  Even though she’s cute, she’s not my type.  She seems to be a straight-laced girl, which is great for Lucy and even better that I feel comfortable to have her nanny at my home.  I’ll have to keep Stewie away from her though.  “Hey Erin, how long have you been working here?”
    Her eyes go wide as if I asked her what her breast size is.  “Well, ah….I’ve been here for a few months.”  Her accent is British, I didn’t catch it when she took Lucy earlier.
    “Are you a live-in nanny?”
    “Yes, I live here.  I stayed in my room when Miss Heather was home and awake.  Well, ah…if she was sober.  I like Lucy very much Mr. Caide.  It’s sad what happened to…”
    “Yeah, I know.  Try not to say her name, I think it will be easier on little Goosey Lucy,” I say and I lean over and pull Lucy into a hug and tickle her.   
    Erin stayed and played with us.  Her interaction with Lucy was cute and full of happy laughter.  I stopped myself a couple of times from calling out for Heather to come and see how cute Lucy’s being.  I’m not happy they’ve