Page 55 of Choosing a Forever
Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah, Jesus anointed that prophet and seer…
The hymn barely works to stop the flow of blood down south.
We’re almost back to Mack’s house, and we haven’t talked much the whole ride. Lizzie and the twins are stopping to pick up the girls’ things for their sleepover, but when they leave, it’ll just be me and my wife.
My wife. My wife. My wife.
I back into the slanted driveway so I can easily transport the boxes from the back.
“Let’s go in and change, then I’ll help you move boxes.” Mack unbuckles and gets out before I can protest. I quickly snag my duffle bag from the back before following her up the porch steps.
“I thought I could change and grab Siren, if that’s okay? She’s been in her kennel a little longer than I usually like to leave her.”
Mack nods. “Sure, of course. I cleared out a spot by the back door for her kennel and bowls, but if you need a different place, we can move it. Just let me know.”
She unlocks the front door, and I follow her through the living room over to an area next to the back door where the table’s been turned and slid over.
“Is this enough space? We don’t use the dining table often, so we can just put it somewhere else if she needs more space.”
Affection for my wife turns my heart to mush. “This is perfect. Thank you, Mack.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
I knock her shoulder with mine, even though what I really want to do is wrap her in a hug and kiss her silly. “It means a lot.”
The front door bursts open, and Mack’s sisters don’t spare us a glance before they’re rushing to their room.
Lizzie walks in and gives us a knowing grin before she produces a wrapped box from her purse and tosses it to me.
“Happy wedding day, lovebirds. May your love prosper and grow and yada yada.”
“Lizzie, what did you buy?” Mack tries to grab the box from me, but I hold it away from her.
Lizzie grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Just something every newlywed couple needs.”
I unwrap the box, revealing…oh my goodness.
“A forty-count pack of condoms?! Lizzie! What the hell?” Mack whisper-shouts.
Lizzie shrugs. “I know you can’t get pregnant, but it’s still important to practice safe sex. I even bought the variety pack so you have options. They have ultra-ribbed, her pleasure, and double ecstasy. Oh!” She rifles around in her bag again. “I also got you this, Mack, but don’t open it in front of Tal. You can surprise him later.” She tosses Mack a wink and hands her a tissue wrapped bundle.
Can’t get pregnant? What does she mea—
“Lizzie,” Mack warns through clenched teeth, a flush crawling up herneck.
“It’s okay, Mack, I know she’s just joking around. You’d probably be better off with this box than I would, though.” I hand it back to Lizzie.
She rolls her eyes but takes the box from me. “Ugh. You guys are such prudes. You’re married now! The Mormon rules don’t apply anymore. Might as well make the most of your time together. Share some pleasure.”
She has a point…
I look over at Mack who’s shaking her head.
Guess she doesn’t agree.
I clear my throat. “Well, thank you for being there for us today. I should go change so I can go get Siren.”
“Thank you for lunch.”
