Brian's POV
“What kind of mother do you think I am?” Alana scoffs, flicking her hair over her shoulder with a roll of her eyes. “Of course, I have an epi-pen.”
“Oh, good. I just wanted to be sure.”
“You're not her mom, you know?” Alana sneers, trying to make Willow seem like the bad guy.
“I know. I am much better.” She winks, and the look on Alana's face just makes me laugh so hard.
“b***h. What would you know about being a mother?”
“A lot more than you apparently!” Willow stands from her seat in a fit of rage, causing it to roll back and hit the wall behind her not ten feet back. “At what time does she go to sleep? What kind of food does she hate? How many naps does she need during the day? What's her favorite teddy? Her favorite cartoon? When was the last time you were with her
