Page 47 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
“What? I didn’t…wait. What?” Will sputters and runs his hands through his hair. “What isgoing on, Mom?”
“Tony’s going on,” Patrick interrupts before Kimberly can answer. His eyes narrow on her. “Let me guess, Tony called and told you Will had some trouble with his pump the other day and insinuated he was in the hospital.”
Kimberly tosses her hair over his shoulder. “I tried to call. I didn’t get through to either of you on your cell phones.”
“I’m assuming you called the hospitals, though?” Patrick asks.
“You know as well as I do they don’t give out patient information to anyone these days. Not even mothers.”
Patrick rolls his eyes. “Bull crap. They told you he wasn’t a patient there, but you came anyway.”
“You could have called the front desk. Left a message,” Will says, joining in on Patrick’s outrage. “Since you clearly know where we’re staying somehow.” His eyes fill with tears. “Why would you come here? To do…what? Crash our honeymoon? Are youcrashing our honeymoon, Mom?”
“I am most certainlynotcrashing your honeymoon.” Kimberly lifts her chin, but there’s some uncertainty to her voice. “I’m here to make sure you’re safe.”
“And?” Patrick prompts.
She glares at him and turns back to Will. “And to see your father. He seems to have gotten into some kind of scrape with a woman and needs help getting out of it.” She smooths her skirt down and looks away.
Patrick groans. “Kauai. Tomorrow. We’re leaving for Kauai tomorrow. End of discussion.”
“No!” Will nearly shouts. His heart is in his throat. “I want to do the meditation bed by the ocean tomorrow. I want to take the art tour you planned.”
Patrick glares at Kimberly. “You see what you’ve done? You’ve made him angry. Way to go.”
“Oh, you thinkhe’sangry? You don’t know angry until your diabetic son doesn’t answer his phone,” Kimberly says, pointing her pink talon at Patrick now. “I’d think you, as a doctor, would understand that.”
“I’d think you, as a semi-intelligent adult, would stop racing across the world to throw your legs open for Tony Molinaro, but it looks like we’d both be wrong.”
Will huffs out a half-sob, half-sigh, and rubs his hand over his face. “How’d I ever think I could have a normal honeymoon? What crack was I smoking?”
“Molinaro-Patterson family crack,” Patrick says, glaring at Kimberly as he runs a soothing hand down Will’s back. “If I could locate the supply I’d destroy it all.”
Kimberly pops a hip and removes her sunglasses. She studies Will closely like she’ll see the lies written on his skin. Will almost feels all the old ones he’s never confessed to her drawing up to the surface under her scrutiny. “Are you telling me you weren’t in the ER yesterday after going into ketoacidosis?”
Will takes a slow breath, trying to stay calm. “What I’m telling you, Mom, is that even if I was in the hospital—which I wasn’t—I’m a grown man, and I don’t have to call my mommy to come flying across the world to hold my hand. I have a husband for that.”
“Would your husband call me if you were dying?” Kimberly pins Patrick with hard eyes. “I think not.”
“I wasn’t dying! I wasn’t even in the hospital!” Will waves his hands in the air, fury and frustration gathering in a lump in his throat. “And of course he’d call you if I was dying! I can’t believe you don’t trust him.”
“Actually, I probably wouldn’t,” Patrick says, calmly. “She’s a bad risk for you when you’re sick. I’d avoid calling her for as long I possible.”
“Not now.” Will glares at him, shaking his head. “Don’t be so honest right now.”
“Fine.” Patrick mimes zipping his lips.
Turning back to his mother, Will sighs. “I can’t believe you flew all the way here over this.”
“Of course I did! Any mother would!” Her attention goes back to Patrick. “Wouldn’t Dinah come if you were in the hospital? Of course she’d come.”
“Dinah would make sure I was actually there first.”
“And how would she do that when you don’t answer your phone?”
“She’s a smart lady. She’d figure it out.”
The tension between Kimberly and Patrick sizzles, and Will steps between them before it gets any further out of hand. “I’m sorry you were scared for me, Mom. I really am. But I was fine. The whole time.”
