Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“I like her already.”

“I have to get to class.”

Jasmine pouts, and a pang of guilt strikes me. I’m spending so little time with her. I crouch down to her eye level, saying, “If you promise to behave, I’ll take you with me.”

Her eyes round with enthusiasm, and she nods.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” my mom says.

My dad chuckles.

“She isn’t half as bad as I was.”

“And I thank the heavens every day for that,” he retorts.

“Hey, that hurt my feelings.”

“The first gray hair had your name on it. I could look way younger now.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” I say.

After I get ready, I notice Jasmine has also changed. She looks adorable in her white and yellow tulle dress and two cute pigtails hanging from the sides of her head.

Once I remove the car seat from my parents’ car, and put it in mine, I take her hand, and place her in the backseat, buckling her in.

She talks the entire drive. “Are you good in class? I’m going to be the best. Do you have a girlfriend? Is she pretty? I’m sure she is pretty.”

I chuckle the entire ride to campus.

After I park, I help her out. Abigail pulls into the spot next to me.

When she gets out, she snatches her sunglasses from her nose. Her eyes take me in and then my baby sister. I suppress my amusement at how the wheels turn in her head. She must be taking in the similarities between us—we have the same hair and eyes.

She puts a hand on the hood like she needs the support.

My sister whispers in my ear, “Is she your girlfriend?”

“She will be.”

Giggling, she says, “She’s really pretty. Like a Barbie princess.”

I place Jasmine down. She waves at her, and Abigail waves back. A nostalgic smile plasters on her face as she approaches us.

“She’s beautiful. Looks like you.”

She really thinks she’s my daughter. I let her stew a bit longer.

She gave me all the reasons I needed. She said, “You.” I’d take her drunk answer over her sober one any day.

“I’m Jasmine, just like the princess. I love her, she’s cool. Which one is your favorite?” she asks Abigail.

Abigail puts her finger on her chin like she’s thinking. “You’re my favorite princess.”

Jasmine springs into her arms, and Abigail catches her, holding her tight. Strong emotions glisten in her eyes.

She looks at me. “She’s so cute.”

“Wanna make one?” I mouth.