9.
"So what happened last night?" Edward asks me while I stab my lunch with a fork.
"Jake was passed out in his chair, probably drunk off his ass while the girls were sleeping on the couch. They probably fell asleep either watching TV or hungry, or both." I shake my head. "I can't quit my job, I can't get one that pays better with less hours, I am stuck. I could change jobs and work less and be a proper mom if Jake took responsibility and got his own job. But he won't."
"You know I would help," he offers. "I'm willing to provide you with anything you or the girls need.
I glare at him. "That would officially make me a whore. Getting paid for fucking you."
He shakes his head. "That's not how I meant it and you know it."
I sigh. "I know, but that's how it would feel."
"I'm sorry." I can tell he means it.
"I am too."
