Vic is a bad-boy. Daisy, ghosted him seven years ago after she came to her senses and he thought about her for … maybe a week? Maybe less. That was a soul-searching week for him. He just didn’t understand why she would retract her number. She would’ve had to have been painstakingly careful in her effort not to awaken him. She then would’ve had to use his fingerprint to open his phone…and then she would’ve had to search for her name.
Daisy was nineteen when they were together and she deletes his number.
Seven years later, he spends a day with a little girl he mistakenly assumes is one of his nieces, unbelievable that he doesn’t know his nieces. He’s convinced his sister dropped one of her girls off at his shop to babysit. Vivian is Daisy’s daughter and she wandered off from the restaurant (Daisy doesn’t check on her for hours, finally realising that she’s missing).
“Spence! I got your kid.”
“Vic? What the f-k are you doing here?”
“What do ya mean? Dropping the kid off.”
Spencer looks at me.
Spencer looks at the kid.
Spencer looks over his shoulder to an approaching Veronica. “Are we missing a kid?”
“What?” Ronnie wipes her hands on her apron. “What are you talking about?”
“Vic says he’s dropping off a kid. Is she ours?”
I am watching this conversation with fascination. These people. They have so many kids they can’t keep track of them.
“Vic. That’s not one of our kids.”
I laugh. “Nice try, sister.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “No. I’m dead f-g serious. Not my kid, Vic. Where did you get this child?”
“What?”
“Where did this kid come from?”
“She… her… you’re wrong. She’s a princess! I mean, look at her!”
“Vic.” Is Spencer using his dad voice on me? “Where did you get this kid?”
I suddenly can’t breathe. “The shop, she came into the shop this morning and sat down.”
“Vic.” Is Ronnie using her mom voice on me? “Please tell me you did not have this kid all day. Please tell me you are not that stupid.”
“Stupid! What are you talking about? She looks just like you! Just like them!” I point to her… one, two, three, four, five, six kids now standing on the porch. Princess Rory is holding the baby, Oliver is snickering like a little a**hole, and the bossy one is shaking her head at me, passing judgment with her arms crossed.
And then an alert blares into the peaceful summer night. I know what that alarm is. Everyone knows what that alarm is. It’s annoying and we all want to turn it off, but we don’t. Because it’s an Amber Alert. And if a kid goes missing, you need to know about that.
Spencer pulls his phone out to check, then holds it up so I can see.
And right there, in full color, is the sis.
Under her is me. The perp.
Under that is a pic from the swap meet.
Both of us all dressed up like bikers.
His nieces all have Disney Princess names, but he’s unable to tell them apart, he refers to all of them as ‘Princess’. Not paying attention to Ronnie’s kids, he mistakes his unknown daughter as his niece for a day.
Lucille, a TA from seven years ago (scorned lover), sets an elaborate trap of revenge, complete with charges of child endangerment, kidnapping, an amber alert, CPS, restraining orders, etcetera.
If Daisy had just come up to him one day and said, “Hey, this is your kid,” he would might have been scandalised. But spending a day with Vivian, thinking she was his niece, with the opportunity to be himself with her—and her with him—it somehow worked.
Perhaps they weren’t ready seven years ago. Both needing the time apart so that when they got there, they’d be ready, allowing room for mistakes and then recovering from them.