Ashley
After King, Niko, and Mason finally drag their asses home and take over babysitting duty—freeing Chelsea and me from the impossible task of keeping Alyssa from losing her damn mind all day—I grab my bag and bounce.
No way am I sitting home waiting for Gray's attention like some pathetic side piece.
Not tonight.
So I hit up my cousin, Daisha, for drinks.
She's the type who can take a dead Tuesday and flip it into a full-blown adventure.
Shots. Laughter. Chaos.
And that's exactly what I need.
Don't get me wrong, I love my girls. Hanging out with them and their kids was fun, but I realize I need more than plastic food and Paw Patrol reruns.
I need tequila. Loud music. Dancing until my feet ache. Bad decisions I'll probably regret but won't remember well enough to give a damn.
