Page 85 of Wreckage of Us
“Yeah,” I just bob my head up and down, still choked out with emotion. I can’t believe where my life is today.
“Do they have a name for the baby yet?”
“Uh, yeah.” I need a moment though before telling her what it is. I press the heels of my hands into the sockets of my eyes, pushing hard until I see stars.
“Dylan,” Becca’s voice sounds so gentle, a sob almost rips from my chest at hearing it.
“That’s her name,” I finally laugh through my tears, bringing my hands down to look at my wife. The love of my life.
“He named the baby girl Dylan?” Her eyebrows go up in surprise, then a big smile takes over my face. “Remember when he wanted to name his sister that?”
“Yeah,” I snort and pull her back into my chest.
“Then he said we couldn’t have two people with that name.” We both laugh at the memories.
“Well, now there are two Dylans,” I say while resting the side of my face on her head.
“I wonder if the world is ready for that,” Becca murmurs in amusement.
The world is not ready.
But I am.
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Jon
I’ve had a crush on Arlene Carter ever since I met her. I tried so hard not to think of her that way but, so far, it has been beyond impossible.
“Why don’t you just ask her out?” my best friend, Frank Knight, asks in his booming voice, making it echo through the entire bar where we are currently located. I want to be mad at him, but I am distracted by Arlene’s lush ass as she walks around the tables she is in charge of tonight.
“You know why,” I mutter in the corner of my mouth.
“Ah, bullshit,” he waves me off as if the drama I currently have going on in my life is nothing.
It may be nothing to him, but it is complicated enough for me, where committing to this girl would just be wrong.
“Not like you gotta marry the bitch,” Frank elbows me in the ribs and starts laughing like a lunatic. “Just fuck her and get her out of your system, yeah?”
Something snaps inside of me at hearing those words. That, in turn, is making me want to snap Frank’s head off his shoulders. Either way, not good, not good at all. And knowing all this, I still run my mouth.
“You better watch what you call her,” I mutter right before I take another sip of my warm beer, my eyes never leaving Arlene.
“Oh,” Frank snickers from next to me, “I didn’t know it was like that, brother.”
“It’s like nothing, brother.” I finally turn my head and fixate my gaze on my best friend’s face. He must see in my eyes how badly I want to kill him because he backtracks really quickly.
“Calm your ass down, Devereaux,” he puts his hands up, palms facing me, as if in surrender.
“Hey there, boys,” Arlene’s sweet voice reaches us, suddenly right in front of our table. “Ready for refills?”
She starts clearing up Frank’s side of the table first. I can see how much the fucker enjoys her doing it, especially when she bends over and her cleavage shows a bit. She doesn’t have big tits, but whatever she has is just right. For me. Just for me…
