“You should probably get going; Daddy doesn’t like people who aren’t punctual,” I say between kisses.
His breath brushes against my skin before his lips trail across my bare shoulder. “That’s where you get it from.”
“Go on.” I shoo him. “Make a good impression and good luck.”
He smiles over his shoulder as he walks out of my room and I say a little prayer for him that my brothers don’t do anything stupid.
After I apply some light makeup and fix my hair, I go downstairs and help Mama load the cupcakes in the back of her car, then we head over to the church where the baby shower is being held. Cars fill the parking lot and many of them are parked on the grass.
“What time does this start again?”
Mama looks panicked. “Not for another hour.”
I say things to calm her, but I don’t think it
