Backpacks on. Lunchboxes filled with string doritos, banana, cookies, and a note that said, “Do your best. Love, uh, me.”
I kissed them both on the forehead, shocked at how natural it was starting to feel.
Me, the badass of all badasses. Damn!
Even if my legs were jelly, my hair was frizzing, and my back felt like it’d been stomped by horses.
“Okay girls, time for school. I love you. Don’t poop on anything that isn’t a toilet.”
Maya rolled her eyes. “That’s not how normal moms talk.”
I opened the front door and watched them walk out toward the bus stop.
Somehow, the sun felt a little warmer.
Then Jaya sneezed directly into my mouth and laughed maniacally.
After getting Maya and Aliya out the door and praying to whatever gods watched over rogue billionaires stuck in mom bodies, I s
