Page 28 of A Different Kind Of December
“Georgia, leave them the fuck alone,” Cam calls out to her.
“Fuck off, Porge.” We all laugh at Lennon’s response.
“Make me! And don’t call me that.”
“Go sort your sister out.” Cam looks at me and orders.
“Get fucked. She’s your wife; you sort her out.”
“You two are such a pair of pussies,” Ash adds.
We are. None of the men in our family are brave enough to deal with Georgia when she throws a tantrum or has a meltdown.
Reed and Nina are watching us with amusement.
“I agree with Ash, you’re a pair of pussies,” Reed chimes in.
“You go and sort her out then,” Cam and I both suggest, just as we hear more banging on the office door.
“For fuck’s sake.” Cam sighs, marching out of the room like a man on a mission.
“Go get her, Tiger!” Ash shouts after him.
“You got this big man,” I add, as Cam flips us all his middle finger.
We all fall silent, listening for how he’s gonna “handle” her, but all we hear is George scream and then giggle.
“Surely, he isn’t gonna shag her again?” Ash grumbles.
“Well, it’d be one way of shutting her up,” Reed responds.
“Oh, don’t bet on it. When Georgia’s on a mission nothing can stop her,” I tell him.
“Bet if TDH stuffs that nine-inch dick of his down her throat, she’d shut up. That thing could probably even shut me up.”
Nina spits her drink at my wife’s remark. I choose to ignore it.
Cam steps back into the room and has George hanging over his shoulder.
“I’m taking my wife to bed. You all know where you’re sleeping, right? Help yourselves to anything you want. Thanks for a great day and night. Say goodnight, Kitten.”
He spins around so that George is facing us. She pulls herself slightly upright and waves her hand.
“Good night, Kitten,” she slurs, then giggles, and then screams when Cam slaps her arse. We are all still watching as she buries her face in his jean-covered arse and bites it.
“Ow. That fucking hurt.” We all laugh at that. The fact that skinny George is brave enough to do that to a big bloke like Cam amuses the rest of us.
“Night. Love you all. See you for brunch tomorrow.”
They retreat up the hallway to the sound of all of us remaining wishing them good night and thanking them for a great day and night.
“You ready for bed, Mrs Reed. The boys are probably gonna be up in about two hours.”
Nina already has her eyes closed. “You can deal with your sons in the morning. I’m staying in bed.”
“Yeah, we’ll see. Come on, let’s go. Night, you two.”
Conner’s wife is tiny, and he has no problem picking her up and carrying her out of the room.
