Page 41 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
“Looks like.”
Will squeezes his eyes closed. “Did you see her? She’s my age.”
“He’s a dirty dog. But we already knew that.”
“But…but…” Will throws his hands up, jostling Patrick. “Why would he marry her?”
“For giggles, apparently.” Patrick shrugs, yawns, and settles more firmly against Will’s chest. “Why does your father do anything?”
“Money and power.”
“And pleasure.”
Will stares at the ceiling fan. “What does she see in him?”
Patrick snorts. “He’s hot. Like, smoking hot.”
Will wrinkles his nose and sneers. “Ew.”
“I’m sorry you can’t handle the truth.” Patrick sits up and looks Will in the eye. “Your dad’s sex on legs. Your uncle isn’t half-bad either. You’ve got good genes, I can’t lie.” He turns off the lights on the nightstands. The room descends into darkness except for the moon glinting on the ocean visible through the sliding glass door to the balcony.
When Patrick eases back into his spot against his side, Will moans, “Is our honeymoon ruined now?”
“Like I said, we can head to Kauai early. Or go to Maui. We’ve got money to burn so let’s burn it on reckless vacationing. Just say the word.”
“No,” Will whispers, his voice shaking as a fire lights in his chest. “I’m not going to let him ruin this for me. Not like he’s ruined so many other things in my life. This trip is ours and we’re not going to let it go. Okay?” He takes hold of Patrick’s hand and squeezes. “Promise me.”
“Why should we do that? Let’s get the hell out of Dodge and save ourselves the grief.”
“Because you planned this honeymoon for six months and I won’t be denied what you planned for me.” Will’s chin trembles, but he’s determined. “Promise me.”
Patrick groans but runs his fingers soothingly through Will’s chest hair. “Fine. I promise you can stay here and let your dad run roughshod over our plans.”
Will groans and covers his eyes with his elbow. Patrick’s right, but he’s so sick of letting his family screw up his life. “I could call Nonna. Maybe she’d convince him to leave us in peace? She is his mother, after all.”
Patrick laughs. “Ha! Like she’s so good at convincing him to stop screwing your mother in the middle of the damn street every few months?”
“It was in the alley behind the tack shop,” Will corrects.
“My bad.”
Will squeezes Patrick closer. “You’re right. It’s no use. He does what he wants.” Will’s monitor beeps and he rolls his eyes. “I was so relaxed earlier. Now I’m stressed and this,” he waves at his insulin pump in the dark, “knows it.”
“Maui is nice.” Patrick sits up and turns on the lights again. He inspects the numbers on Will’s pump and frowns. “Jenny was pushing hard for me to book a few days in there.”
“I told you. He’s not going to win. What’s my BG?”
“Well, he might not win, but we’re sure to lose.” Patrick flicks the lights out again. “It’s fine. You’re fine. Just a little high, but the pump should compensate.”
“Okay.” Will knows Patrick hates how stubborn he can be, but this time it’s for a good cause. “But we’re not going to Maui. Our honeymoon, the one you planned for us, will prevail.”
“Fine. Love wins,” Patrick agrees, snuggling in for the night.
Will nods and kisses the top of his head. “Always.”
