“There are two bottles of milk in the fridge and before feeding, make sure you put it into the oven and heat it for a while. Don’t freaking feed my child while hot tongue-burning liquid, for God’s sake, let it cool down for a while,” Jordan said as she shrugged her low-cut midnight blue jacket on. “His Gerber’s in the cabinet and make sure he takes his nap at two.” She pulled out her jet-black hair and attempted a French twist. The whole masses of hair ended up brushing down her shoulder.
Kara rolled her eyes heavenward as she gathered the silky hair into her grasp. “Jordan, how many times have I babysat for Taylor again?” she inquired, expertly twisting her best friend’s hair into an elegant twist. A few tendrils of black hair came out loosely from her grasp. “I’m his co-mother, for Christ sake, not some irresponsible father who only knows how to cradle a child,” she retorted. She grabbed a diamond-studded clip off the dresser and put a finishing touch to Jordan’s hair. “I mean, get real.”
Jordan stared at her reflection in the mirror. The person staring back at her was undeniably looking at her best, new suits and all. “What the heck do they want from me, Kara?”
Kara shrugged. She smoothed Jordan’s collar down and clipped a pair of platinum earring on Jordan’s ears. “Beats me, girl. General is cool, Memorial would rock, but The Firm? I would think you would be recording an album if it weren’t for the offer letter.”
“Tell me about it. Who the hell sent my CV to that company in the first place anyway?” Jordan wondered out loud. She shrugged. “Oh, hell. One look at my leg and they would send me out as fast as you say the word ‘bastard’.”
Laughing, Kara gave her friend a bear hug. “Once they have taken a look at your CV, they would be seeing you gliding in the air!” Jordan laughed. “Besides, we agreed that no obscenities in the house with the presence of Taylor,” Kara reminded.
Jordan rolled her eyes. “Oh, who wouldn’t wanna kick his ass, Kara? Spare me!” She hunched her way to her bed to sit down and slip on her stockings. Once done, she picked up a year old blond boy and nuzzled his nose with her own. The boy gurgled a laughter as he smacked his little hand on Jordan’s cheek. Her laughter matched his as she raised the boy higher in the air. “Hear mama out, baby. You don’t grow up and be the stupid blond who breaks people’s legs for a living, okay?” she said, staring into the innocent baby blues. Jordon nodded her head, and the baby followed suit, giggling softly. Jordan laughed too. “There. I know you would listen to mama.”
Shaking her head, Kara reached out to take Taylor from Jordan. “Come here to mommy and you’ll get a free dictionary,” she said happily as Taylor switched into her arms. Jordan rolled her eyes and reached for her crutches and hunched her way to the door. “You’d better be all nice smells when I get back!”