Send me anons as my kid.

                                   ( Ross. )

                  He was going to pay for this—mark her words.

Eyes narrowing slightly in anger as she tried desperately to keep her lips from                                 snarling, she took a deep breath.

                                                                     And another.

When she believed she had herself fully under control, she bent down to the little girl’s height and smiled.

                               Not a normal smile—not at all.

                              The dangerous type of Rachel smile.

The smile that was probably scary enough to send someone running for the hills if they knew her well enough.

            “Oh, sweetheart, your dad was just joking! He does that sometimes.”

              ( Her argument wasn’t strong enough—

          she needed more evidence to support her side and to sway Emma. )

“You know those jokes that daddy makes that are really hard to understand                                 about dinosaurs and fossils and stuff?

                                       —It’s kind of like that.”

                                                  ( That should help her case a little. )

Then, she leans forward to kiss the top of the small girl’s head and wrap her arms around her tiny body.

         After inhaling and exhaling once more,

                              she decides to release the girl and speak once again.

This time she looks Emma straight in the eye so that she knows her mother is serious.

“Daddy can be funny all he wants to, but we don’t like that joke, okay?

So the next time he tells you that, tell him that mommy says he’s

                                     full.

                                                      of.

                                                                 crap.”

She has to pause and unclench her jaw, but she’s still gritting her teeth as she smiles.

“Remember to tell him that mommy told you to say that so you don’t get in trouble, alright?”

She waits for the little girl’s nod before smiling genuinely.

“Good girl. Now come give mommy a kiss on the cheek before you go running off again.”