The Wrong Way Around

1. Teddy

My head pounded as I lay in bed, willing for my migraine to vanish. I knew I should've called it quits after the first couple of shots. I knew after Sunny pushed the last couple of shots towards me. Liv was already slurring her words at this much. And Jude...Fucking Jude is always the instigator. 

Feeling a poke in my forehead, I scrunched my eyes closed. "M-m-mom?" Another poke. "M-m-mommy?" 

Opening my eyes, I saw my little boy staring at me. "Hey, baby..." I groaned. 

"W-w-why are you s-s-still in b-bed?" he asked, staring at me with big brown eyes that matched mine. His brown hair was mussed up, sticking out in every direction. 

"Mommy had too much fun last night with Uncle Jude, Aunt Sunny, and Aunt Liv. Is Aunt Millie up?" 

Oliver shrugged. "Okay...I'm getting up. Can you go wait for me in the kitchen? You can play on your iPad."  

"I'm getting up, okay? Go wait for me in the kitchen, okay?" 

"O-o-okay!" Oliver said, rushing out. 

Sighing deeply, I pushed myself up and yawned. Definitely should've cut off at the last glass of wine mixed with the vodka shots. 

Going towards my bathroom, I urinated and grabbed some Excedrin. I needed coffee and a fat, greasy breakfast to survive this day. Going next door, I knocked, waiting for the teenage monster to respond. Not hearing anybody, I sighed and entered. "Mills...Wake up..." I told her, shaking her awake. 

"What?" my moody teenage sister asked, sitting up. 

My head pounded harder. "Time to get up." 

Millie sighed and grabbed her portable oxygen tank, switching her tubing over. Walking into the kitchen, I prepared breakfast BLTs. Ollie played on his iPad, his cheek resting against this head. Bills were stacked up on the kitchen table. Bills were overdue. Filling Ollie's favorite superhero bowl with cereal, I added enough milk not to make it too soggy. 

Millie entered, wearing tight skinny jeans and a crop top, causing me to glare at her. 

"Hey, squirt...Can I have a hug?" Millie asked her nephew. 

"N-n-n-no..." Ollie said, returning to his game. 

I smirked. Ollie was always a man of a few words. "Come on, kid. How about a high-five for your favorite aunt?" Millie said, trying again. 

Ollie sighed, and gave her a small high five. "I love this kid." 

"I'm glad. Take your meds?' 

"Yes," Millie sighed, rolling her eyes. "Aly's having a party tonight. Can I go?" 

"It's Saturday." 

"Exactly." 

"I have work. I need you to watch Ollie." 

"I watched him last night so you can get your freak on. BT-dubs, did you get some last night?" 

"No...All I got is a hangover and a morning of regret," I sighed, sitting down next to her and digging into my sandwich. 

"No sign of Baby Daddy No. 1 or DB?" 

"Nope and nope...I'm gonna have to work a double shift," I sighed, my head pounding increasingly. "Which isn't hard since we have a huge party to cater for. I got a letter yesterday asking me about schools for Ollie." 

"What did you decide?" 

"I don't know yet. I still have a year to decide. I just can't send him to a public school. And private schools are expensive. And I have your medical bills."