(Tracey’s POV)
Buzz… Buzz… Buzz…
I groaned loudly as I rolled over and tapped the snooze on my alarm, then rolled back over and pulled a pillow over my head to block out the early morning sunlight. What a night, man. After dinner, I told Emmitt and Rose about what happened at work and Emmie went flat out ballistic. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so mad before. He wants so badly to confront Mr O’Dell but both Rosie and I had to talk him down from that idea.
Ever try to reason with a two-year-old? Yeah, it’s easier than reasoning with a highly p*ssed off Emmitt Jackson Moore. It wasn’t until I pointed out that telling Mr O’Dell would put me at risk of losing my baby to him that Emmitt finally started to listen.
I mean, I highly doubt Mr O’Dell would want to acknowledge an illegitimate
