Oh, my God. I couldn’t believe it was Spencer, my first girlfriend, Spencer. The girl who, at 16, I thought would always be in my life, always in my arms and forever in my heart. Unfortunately, that was not to be. She hadn’t been in my life in nearly seven years or in my arms for longer than that. And though I have and will continue to deny it, I fear she will always be in my heart.

“Ashley, you’re giving alcohol to a baby?” Spencer asked, shocked and appalled.

“No, of course not! I don’t know where she got that from.” I was rightfully indignant that she would believe that I would do something like that but I guess she and I both knew my maternal instinct was pretty nonexistent. Hopefully, that would change soon. Spencer still looked skeptical with her cute little brow furrowed so I tried another approach. “That’s illegal, you know.”

“I do know,” Spencer said in a way that gave me the impression that she doubted my knowledge.

We stared at each other for a moment, until Max let out a particularly piercing screech. I guess I should have been grateful for the 30 seconds it had taken him to catch his breath but, boy, were my ears paying for it. I switched him into yet another position and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Spencer pulling out her iPOD and a magazine before placing her purse beneath the seat in front her.

I tried to entice Max into taking his pacifier but he wasn’t having it. I let out a huge sigh of frustration which was echoed by nearly all of the other first class passengers, some of whom weren’t shy in cutting their eyes in my direction while doing so.

“What’s wrong with him…or her?” Spencer asked, looking at me over Danielle’s head.

“I don’t know!” I wailed. “His diaper’s dry. He just ate, so he’s not hungry. I know he’s sleepy but he just won’t go. Why is he so stubborn?”

“Did you burp him?”

“Did I what?” What the hell is she talking about?