The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S1 E9.1: Luck of the English

Amber's POV

I step out into the living room while saying, "Andi, our room is starting to look like Dr. Suess threw up in it."

Andi's been moving all of her sculptures out of the living room, and because she doesn't trust herself to not trip on our insanely thin stairs to the basement, all of the art is ending up in our room. Even while she responds to me, she's still in the midst of lifting her pop can tab flower off the shelf above the television.

"I'm not taking any chances," she says. "All my sculptures have to be out of the living room before Hazel's birthday party tomorrow. Fourteen and thirteen year-olds have no understanding of how to not touch things."

"In more ways that one," I mutter.

Last year, one of Andi's sculptures was broken, so she clearly wants to avoid that happening again this year. I don't mind having all the works in our room, except that it makes for quite a maze to get to the bed, and having to use the washroom at night would be a nightmare. It also blocks the closet where the things like Hazel's birth certificate are as well as the hospital photos of Andi and I together the day she gave birth to our daughter, which I usually end up looking at this time of the year. Hazel's birthday, along with my wedding day, were the two happiest days of my life.

"Okay," Hazel announces as she comes out from the hallway, "so Fatima, Aimée, and Darius are coming, but Bentley and Selena aren't. That's what I get for having a birthday on St. Patrick's Day."

"How does that affect anything?" Andi questions.

"I don't know! I need a scapegoat!" the girl huffs.

"Well, your cousins are coming too," I mention.

She sighs. "Okay, but not the ones I can't swear in front of."

"You shouldn't be swearing in front of any of them," Andi counters.

Even though we tell Hazel she can't, I know she still swears. I did. Andi didn't until I got her too, but she still did eventually.

"Only Jayda and Andreas," I assure Hazel.

"Okay," she accepts. "That's tolerable."

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Cyrus's POV

My excitement I feel for the day melts the second I see TJ in the kitchen wearing his navy work pants and shirt, the uniform he always has on before he has to put on his protective gear at the fire department. This can't be correct. He should have the day off.

"Um, TJ," I say as I step up to him, "why do you look like you're about to go to work?"

TJ puts down his coffee mug and turns toward me with a sigh. "I'm sorry."

"But you know what day it is," I whine.

"I know," he pouts.

He brings me in against him by the waist, and my frustration turns to bare sadness, because I was hoping I'd get to have more of this throughout the day. At least he keeps me close for now while he continues to talk.

"They called me in last minute. I tried to get the day off, but Tania got sick, and unfortunately 911 calls don't take sick days."

"I wish they would," I mumble.

"I know, but when I get home, we'll celebrate."

"Fine," I accept, "but you have to kiss me before you leave."

He grins. "I'll kiss you right now too."

Our lips pull toward each other, and my heart starts to flutter only to be shot down by a pinch to my arm.