His Imperfect Day
Terry winced, opening his eyes. Davy’s foot pressed on his cheek and mouth. The boy’s leg twitched again, almost busting open his lip. He grabbed the kid’s foot and moved it away from him.
Bam.
Davy’s heel landed on his neck.
“Fu...udge,” he gasped. For a toddler that kid had some leg muscles. They should get him into soccer. He’d be a f*****g superstar. Terry shifted to get out of bed but a small hand clung to his shirt. Peter, Maggie’s six-year-old, was sprawled partially across his chest.
He was going to kill Nick. What kind of moronic ass-hole plays zombie tag with little kids? His i***t friend that’s who. He sure as f**k regretted sharing his secret of how to continue to have great s*x after having kids with Nick. He should’ve let the bastard suffer, once Nick h
