Page 96 of Unbreakable
I laughed, flipping to my back to face the ceiling. “And here we thought we were the kinky ones.”
“I mean, more power to ‘em,” Dylan said. “I’m happy he’s happy.”
“Oh, definitely. To each their own.” I snapped to look at him again. “Wait, is this your way of telling me you want to get pegged? That might be the one thing left we haven’t tried.”
“No! No! I don’t want it!”
“I don’t know, buddy, sounds like you do.” I weaseled my finger toward his butt and he squealed, jumping away from me.
“Bring it back over here!” I demanded, cackling but only chasing him as far as I could without coming out of the warm blanket.
Dylan and I were fighting for moments like these, and though the struggle was tough, the celebration made it all worthwhile.
THIRTY-SEVEN
JEANINE
NOW | DECEMBER
Rachel
Can’t wait to hear The Plan for today
Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do
I love you Rach but I’m not sure you’re the best person to say that
“Ready to go, Mommy?”
Dylan was prancing around the house like he had ants in his pants, buzzing with some mix of nerves and excitement. He told me not to eat breakfast and that he packed me a coffee. This was another day of The Plan, and I wasn’t sure what was in store for me.
He was so keyed up he forgot to write me a poem for this one. He fumbled through an apology, but I really wasn’t worried about it.
Things had been great since our movie night, even though we fought during it. We also made up in the best way, and the fighthelped us sort out some old feelings. I truly was falling back in love with my husband.
And that made my life easier to fall in love with.
Dylan got me a short list of names for doctors to see about getting back on meds, and a list of therapists. I had an appointment on the books with a doctor for early January. Once I knew help was on the way, it helped lighten the load that much more.
So on this particular morning, I was pretty excited to see what Dylan had in store.
“I haven’t had a chance to put makeup on,” I said.
“You won’t need it where we’re going.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Am I good to go in what I’m wearing?” I was in my standard school drop-off uniform: exercise tights, a tank, a sweatshirt over it, and a baseball cap.
“Yes. Yes. Let’s go.”
We dropped Alice and Grey off first at their school, then drove to Bella’s. Texts were coming in rapid-fire from Dylan’s teammates.
“Somebody’s popular this morning.”
“Just the group chat,” he mumbled. “I need to silence it.”
“You are so stressed right now, Dylly Bean! You’re getting me nervous.”
He steadied his hands on the steering wheel. “Don’t be nervous. It’s relaxing, I promise. Or, at least, I think it is.”
