Under Locke

by Mariana Zapata

He'd never upset me though, and here I was, standing like a pathetic fool that wanted to cry. Then again, I always wanted to cry. I cried when I was happy, sad, excited, and frustrated with life. And I hated it. Especially now.

“You’re actually probably one of the kindest people I’ve ever met when you aren’t⁠—” “Bein’ a dick?” he suggested in a low voice.

And I might have had a booger in my nose, though I’d probably never know for sure, but that laugh coming from that man… So worth it.

“I don't know what I'm doing," I blurted out, slamming my eyes shut. His chuckle was smooth and dark. "I know, my sweet baby."

Someone smacked my ass. I didn't even have to turn around to see the little boy, probably around five, zipping by me like there was no tomorrow. "Booty!" he shrieked.