Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 19

Trigger warning: Mentions of domestic violence

Brenna's POV

If someone asked me what my favorite job in the world is, I would say being a mom. But, if someone were to ask me what my least favorite job in the world is, I would answer, being a mom. Through all the hard days and the tears, I will never regret my child, but some days are harder than others.

Now, Hazel is laying on the living room floor screaming because she spilled juice on her blanky and every store in town is sold out of the one laundry detergent she can use. I have tried everything to redirect her attention, but she is tired and needs a nap, which is fucking impossible without that damn blanket. This is definitely one of those hard days.

Suddenly, my downward spiral is interrupted by my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. "Hello," I sigh as I hold the phone up to my ear.

"Hey you," Kade's voice comes through the receiver just as Hazel releases another Banshee scream. "Everything okay?" He asks as Hazel continues screaming in the background.

"Yeah," I reply as I brush my own tears out of my eyes, "she spilled juice all over her blanket and every store in the city is out of her laundry detergent. She needs a nap but won't go down without that damn blanket." Pathetically, tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but it's hard as a mother to see your child so upset when you can't fix it.

"You checked everywhere?" he asks.

"I have called literally everywhere. I ordered some online but it won't be here for two days."

"Well I'm on my lunch break now, send me a picture of the bottle and I'll look around."

"That's sweet, but I promise I've already checked all over town," I reply with a sigh.

"Just send me a picture, Babe," he insists as I groan and text him the same picture I sent to Brody.

"I just sent it," I reply as the message delivers.

"Okay, I'll be over to pick you up tonight." Brody is watching Hazel tonight so I can spend the night with Kade, it's been a while since we have had adult time that isn't in the damn gym.

"See you then."

"Love you," he says as if it's a simple habit now.

"Love you, too," I reply with just as much ease.

After a fucking hour, Hazel finally calms down and lays on the sofa, still whiny but at least she is done throwing her tantrum. We are watching The Lion King 2, and she lays in my lap fighting sleep. As the afternoon continues, I try washing her blanket out with just water, but it is still sticky and stiff and she says it is still 'gross.' I swear, I can't win for losing with her.

At around 3 in the afternoon, the doorbell rings, which confuses me because it's too early for Brody to be home and Kade isn't supposed to pick me up until after Hazel's bedtime. However, as I open the door, I am surprised to find Kade, with three bottles of Hazel's special laundry detergent.

"Where the hell did you get that?!" I question in shock and gratitude. Maybe now she will lose the damn attitude.

"Target," he shrugs as I take a bottle out of his hand as he steps into the kitchen.

"We went to Target and they were out," I reply, still confused as to where the fuck these came from.

"The one in Ganesborrow had some," he shrugs again.

"Ganesborrow?" I gasp, "Kade that's like two hours away."

"One and a half on a motorcycle," he replies nonchalantly.