Page 162 of Happy Hour

“You’re right, we’re not. You’ve got issues.”

“I know,” he agreed. “But at least I’m not the crazy one. I’m just the angry one.”

“So we got an angry one, and a crazy one...what happens if we ever have a kid?” I asked.

“Maybe between the two of us the kid will come out normal.”

“Possibly, buthighlyunlikely,”

“Oh well, being normal is over rated. It’s much more fun being crazy and angry.” He dove in for another kiss, this time it wasn’t an innocent kiss like the one it was when we were eleven.

It was a kiss that had intention and meaning behind it. He was telling me with one kiss, that I was his, forever.

We’d been sitting on the water barrels for about twenty minutes, talking about the races we had on this track when Jameson surprised me yet again by his comment. “Do you want kids?”

“Huh?” I had no water to choke on this time, only my breath.

“I...just...I don’t know...thought we should talk about things like that, you know, where we want our life to go?”

I laughed at how nervous he seemed all of a sudden.

“I do want kids, someday.” I snuggled against him, peeking into his vibrant green eyes. “But more importantly...I want them with you.”

Jameson smiled. “Good.”

“Do you want kids?”

“Yes, with you, I do.”

“Well it’s settled then.” I clapped my hands together. “We fly to Vegas, get married and then start on the kids.”

“I’ll call Wes right now.”

I climbed on his lap, straddling his hips. “I have a better idea—let’s get started on the kids much better plan at the moment.”

Jameson reached for the button of his jeans. “You read my mind, honey.”

“Let’s at least make it back home.” I kissed his lips once more before standing. “We wouldn’t want to attract any more cougars.”

“That’s not funny.” He glowered at me. “Don’t joke about that.”

Jameson left on Tuesday morning for Juliet Illinois, leaving me alone at home. I needed to spend some time with Charlie and I knew he didn’t have a lot of time by the way he was acting. It seemed overnight, his personality was beginning to change, which was actually entertaining if you didn’t let the fact that he was dying bother you.

Charlie had always been a fairly reserved man, didn’t let anything bother him and rarely cussed. Now, he cussed like a truck driver and got riled up over everything. I found this entertaining because it was usually the Lucifer twins provoking him, not me.

On Wednesday, they threw a baseball through the kitchen window to which Charlie almost had a heart attack. His expression was something similar to the time I pierced my lip in my Madonna stage...fear, anger and then rage.

“I don’t care how it happened!” Charlie shouted the same way he did to me at that time and then realized the entire kitchen was full of soap. “What the hell happened in here?”

I just stared blankly at all of them wondering when his head was going to explode.

“You said you didn’t want to know.” Logan hid behind his mom with wide frantic eyes.

“That was before I saw the soap.” His eyes just about bulged out of his sockets. “Now I want to know, what the fuck happened?”

It was shit like that all week. I think the twins actually provided entertainment for Charlie, if not for him, it sure as shit was entertainment for me. For once, I wasn’t the one setting him off and the twins had found their new target.

On Friday, I was on my way to the grocery store for Charlie when Andrea insisted I take one of the Lucifer twins. I had my own thoughts surrounding this request and it’d be a miracle if Ididn’tkill one of them. Despite my concerns for committing a homicide of a six-year old, I smiled and said. “Of course,”

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