One Day at a Time
AN: I know it's been months! I'm sooo sorry. Life got in the way but hopefully I'll be able to start this up again!
Dapple: a small contrasting blotch
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There it was on the carpet. Something that didnt belong. It was glaring. It was obvious. It was hard to miss. It was black and greasy on my nice plush white carpet.
"ZANE!"
He poked his head around the corner out of his office.
"Yeah?"
"Look at what you did!"
Zane got a confused look on his face and walked into the living room.
"What are you talking about?"
I pointed to the spot on the carpet, seething.
"What?"
"Do you not see the spot on the carpet? Do you know how hard it is to get grease out a white carpet?"
"Um...no?"
He didn't care. My husband did not care that there was dried grease mucking up my pretty carpet.
"Where the hell did it even come from?"
He looked confused again.
"I have no idea. I haven't done anything with grease recently. Are you sure you didn't do it?"
My mouth dropped open.
"Me? I'm not that careless."
"Well maybe it was Jace? I think he was working on his car yesterday."
I grumbled.
"JACE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"WHAT?"
"Get your ass down here!"
I heard the scrapping of a chair from the floor above and the clumping of boots as he came down the stairs.
"What mom?"
I pointed to the spot. His gaze followed my fingers then he rolled his eyes.
"Really mom? I just got the last level of my game and you called me down because there was a spot on the carpet? Dad probably did it."
"Hey!"
"Were you or were you not working on your beat up old money pit yesterday?"
"I was. So what?"
"You trailed grease into this house!"
"No I didn't."
"Well if I didn't and your father didn't then it had to be you!"
"Oh my God mom! I'll clean it up."
"You better!"
He examined the spot.
"How do I do that?"
"You go to the store and get some grease remover and pray to God that it gets it all out or you're paying to recarpet this whole room!"
"Ugh! God mom! I can't wait til that baby is out of you! You freak out over everything! You and your stupid hormones!"
A look must have passed over my face because the next thing I know my husband is slapping the back of my sons head.
"Don't talk to your mother like that!"