The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S2 E12.3: Party Girl

A/N: Please do not play the song linked above until it is played in the story.

Jonah's POV

Austen is now sound asleep, but even as I sit with my husband and mother in the living room, I still can't stop worrying about my daughter. Every noise I hear, I glance back toward the stairs, wondering if it's coming from her room.

"That's just wind chimes," Mom tells me when I react another time.

"She wakes up a lot, so I thought it might've been her," I explain.

"Jonah," my mom says, "I can tell you're nervous about being a dad."

"Me? Nervous?" I laugh it off until my laughter becomes overtaken by my anxiety, at which point I admit, "Yeah."

I'm good at not caring about things, and I'm comfortable with that, but this is my child. I can't make mistakes with her. I need her to grow up okay. What if I'm bad at that?

"The trick to parenting is to trust your instincts," my mom says.

"I don't think I have those," I respond.

"Everyone has those. Becoming a parent, that's when they tend to show up most. Like what do you do when she cries?"

"I don't know. Feed her. If that doesn't work, I play her a John Mulaney set to cheer her up."

"You also sing to her," Walker reminds me.

"Yeah, I do that too."

"See, there," Mom says. "You can get her to stop crying, so you can already do something that many parents struggle with. Don't doubt yourself. You're gonna do great. And you've got a wonderful husband to help you out."

Walker smiles at my mom, saying, "Thanks, Judy."

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Jayda's POV

"I don't get you," Angel yammers. "You pass up on perfectly good guys for no reason."

Tay's expression shows that she agrees with every word coming out of Angel's mouth, but I'm just trying to drink my Smirnoff, waiting until she stops talking.

"Do you want to be single forever?" Angel asks. "Makes no sense. If I were you, I'd stop being so picky and just go on a date already. Why won't you even try to get a boyfriend?"

I finish the last drop of my drink and smack the bottle down on the table behind me before spinning back to Angel, and with my newfound confidence given to me by the alcohol, I state bluntly, "I doubt my girlfriend would like that."

Tay and Angel's jaws both drop.

"You're gay?" Angel says after a minute to process.

"No, I'm bisexual," I correct her. "Stop thinking it's gay or straight. It's a whole-ass spectrum."

Angel furrows her brows. "So you like everyone? Ew, wait. Do you like me?"

"No. I'm bi. I don't have bad taste."

I whip around to leave my friends, but after a few steps, I bump into Andreas who I guess was looking for me.

"There you are," he says.

"How'd you know I was here?" I question.

He raises an eyebrow, saying, "Has there ever been a party you weren't at?"

"Point taken. What do you want?"

"Hazel's drunk and in a closet."

It takes my brain an extra second to realize what he just said. Hazel, my goody-two-shoes cousin who thinks cider is hard liquor is drunk? Who died for her to want to do that?