Page 4 of Wreckage of Us
“Ugh, you’re no fun at all,” Ma finally takes pity on me and puts her arms out for me to give her the baby back.
Just as I’m about to do that, I feel something underneath the palm of my hand.
“Uh, why is she vibrating?” I ask in distress.
“Vibrating?” Ma is looking at me like I’ve completely lost it, and I feel that way, too.
“That’s her farting, fucker,” Wyatt cracks up. “Vibrating,” he elbows Alison, who starts laughing as well, then elbows him back.
“Wy, you need to watch your language around the kids.”
“Okay, that’s enough. She’s about to cry now,” I say when I see the baby’s face turning beet red and all scrunched up.
Puck becomes my hero for the day.
“Okay, people,” he claps his hands together. “I get that this is the funniest thing we’ve all seen in a while,” he points at me like I’m a circus freak. “But I really need to speak with the big guy. It’s important. Now.”
Nobody’s moving, and the baby now spits the pacifier out, which, in turn, it finally pisses her off enough to scream the place down.
“Somebody take the fuckin’ baby away from me already,” I yell at no one in particular.
“Unka Wyatt,” I hear Ethan saying over the cries of the baby. “Dad says lots of bad words.”
Fuck my life. Seriously. Just… fuck it.
“Jesus,” Ma finally takes pity on me. “Give her back to me.” She takes the baby from me so effortlessly, I don’t even understand what just happened.
“Okay, dude,” Puck nudges me in the back. “I seriously got shit to tell you.”
I don’t look back and almost run into the house. What is going on with all this baby talk all of a sudden? On the heels of me coming to the conclusion that getting Becca pregnant would not be the worst thing in the world, and I feel like I’m losing my damn mind.
“Listen to me,” Puck slides the door closed behind us, then looks around like he’s expecting something to jump at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I question him. “Are you high?”
“I wish,” he runs his hands up and down his face.
Fuck, I need a smoke.
“I was fucking around on the dark web,” Puck starts.
“The dark web?” I didn’t see that one coming. “Since when are you into that?”
“Shorty taught me a few things,” Puck shrugs like it’s no big deal. Also, the reminder of Shorty blowing up is now on replay in my head.
“So why are you telling me this?”
“Dude,” Puck gets into my face, looking distraught to say the least. “I’m not one hundred percent sure yet,” he puts an arm out in defense, “but I think Bricks is alive.”
“What. The. Fuck.”
“Pretty much,” Puck agrees, pacing back and forth in distress.
“How?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know. We watched that building blowing up,” Puck mutters. “I know for a fact he was in that building at the time.”
“Okay, we need to talk to Sully about this,” I start planning. “What else did you find out?”
