Page 80 of Chasing After You
“YAHTZEE! I WIN,” Kaitlyn shouts, throwing her arms triumphantly in the air, traces of glitter still on her cheeks from the game earlier tonight.
Henry frowns, staring at the score sheet in front of him. “No, there’s no way.”
Wilson grins, clapping his hands as I take a sip of my wine. “Little Price, thank you for making my absolute year right now.”
“Shut the fuck up, Wilson,” Henry says, still staring at the score sheet in disbelief.
Wilson bursts out laughing. “This is the best game night ever.”
“How did you even find the Yahtzee?” Henry asks, and Kaitlyn sticks her tongue out at her brother. I think I agree with Wilson, this is the best game night ever. Every game night we’ve ever had on a family trip, Henry has dominated. I guess that’s because we never played Yahtzee.
“Wilson asked me to bring the one from our parents’ house. What happened to yours?” she explains and I laugh, leaning against the couch as Henry glares at Wilson.
“I had no idea you were such a sore loser,” I muse, laughing quietly. He’s like a little kid who can’t have dessert before dinner.
“He hid it so he wouldn’t lose. You’re exactly right, Mira. Henry is a sore loser,” Wilson says.
Henry stretches out, a playful glint in his eye. “I’m not a sore loser. If there were a gold medal for game nights, I would have one.”
“Only one of us has a gold medal here, and it’s not you,” Kaitlyn chimes in and Henry rolls his eyes.
“I didn’t say I had one, but that I would have one because I dominate at game night.”
I lean over and pat his thigh. “Everything but Yahtzee, apparently.”
Kaitlyn snorts, lying backward on the rug. “Mirabelle, have I ever told you how much I love you? Henry needs someone like you to help him relax a little.”
“Wonder Woman wouldreallyhelp him relax,” Wilson says, winking at me.Oh shit.
Henry’s face is flaming red, and if looks could kill, Wilson would cease to exist. “I’m going to kill you.”
“What does Wonder Woman have to do with Henry relaxing?” Kaitlyn asks, and then the dots connect in her head as I cover my mouth to stop laughing. “Ew. I didn’t need to know that. Oh my god, gross.”
“I was like fourteen,” Henry exclaims, dragging his hands over his face. “Wilson, I’m literally going to make you sleep at your own house.”
“That’s cold, dude. At least you could offer to put me up in a hotel.”
Kaitlyn pretends to gag, still not past it yet, and it isn’t helping me laugh quietly. The last thing I want is for Henry’s glare to turn on me because I’m technically the only reason Wilson knows about Wonder Woman.
“I am not putting you up in a hotel. If anything, you’ll be lucky I don’t hide your body in the walls of your house.” Henry scoffs, tossing the scoresheet aside.
“I think I’m going to call it a night before anyone actually ends up murdered because Henry can’t handle losing, or before I want to cut my ears off and burn them,” Kaitlyn says, sitting up and pulling her dark hair back, wrinkling her nose.
“I can handle losing,” Henry protests, and I drink the last of my wine.
“Whatever.” Kaitlyn scoffs, and Wilson grabs his phone.
“I think I’m going to hit the hay too.”
“Night, Kait. Love you,” Henry says, momentarily forgetting his irritation at being bested by her.
“Love you too, bro,” she says, smiling.
“I love all of you so much,” Wilson says, and I laugh as I watch Henry flip him off in return.
And then it’s only me and Henry.
I wonder if he’s feeling half as nervous as I am, because I think I’m going to get the nervous shits.
