Hey Squish,
Sorry I couldn’t stick around another day. They were ready to get started and I figured why waste another day? This way I can be home sooner.
There’s a load of washing in the machine and I got you a few groceries. You should be all set, but if not use the cash. Only use the card if the house is burning to the ground. Got it?
Keep yourself safe, lock all the doors and windows, and try not to piss off the neighbors.
Pick up truck is working like a dream after that boy of yours fixed her up. I filled her with gas so you’re good to go. Try not to break her this time!
Love you.
Call me if you need me.
Dad.
P.S. NO SLEEPOVERS WITH THAT BOY OR I’LL HAVE TO HUNT HIM DOWN. I JUST ORDERED A NEW RIFLE AND I’M NOT READY TO BE A GRANDFATHER!!!!!!!
Jesus. I can just picture him writing that last line, pressing down on the paper, nearly tearing right through it with his big hand threatening to snap the pen in half. Little does he know that a sleepover with Noah isn’t exactly something he needs to be worried about right now. Hell, it seems I’d be lucky even to get a ‘hello’ from the guy. And as for the ‘grandfather’ comment, he certainly doesn’t need to worry about that. Ever since Monica’s little stunt, Noah has been more than cautious when it comes to practicing safe sex. The last few days in particular, he’s going with the whole ‘abstinence’ thing.
I place the note back down on the table and decide to deal with it later. Right now, I need to bring Tully back from the dead.
I grab the ice cream and two spoons before heading back out to the living room to indulge in one hell of a pity party. I hand Tully the ice cream and she instantly digs in while I turn on the TV, grab some blankets, and start searching through Netflix.
“Netflix and chill?” Tully questions with a raised eyebrow, letting me know that the ice creams is already working its magic.
“Don’t act so disappointed,” I laugh, gesturing down my body. “I know you want this.”
“Sorry,” she scoffs, mumbling around a spoon full of ice cream in her mouth. “I don’t accept Noah’s sloppy seconds.”
“Sloppy seconds?” I scoff. “For me to be sloppy seconds, that would imply that he was through with me, and honestly, that boy can’t resist what I’ve got going on. You’ll see, he’ll come crawling back in no time.”
“I’d like to see that,” she laughs. “You’d have to be a game changer to get Noah down on his knees.”
A grin rips across my face. “Oh, believe me, Noah is no stranger to being down on his knees.”
Tully slams the cushion into my face. “Yuck,” she sputters. “I don’t want to…ewwww. Mental image.” She presses her hands to her temples as though the image in her head is physically hurting her brain. “Get it out. Get it out.”
“How?” I laugh.
“Change the topic,” she begs. “Anything but Noah on his knees.”
“Well, I guess I’d be curious to know if Rivers was any good on his knees.”
Tully’s hands drop from her face as her head whips in my direction with nothing but a pure curiosity on her face and an interested, raised eyebrow. “Shit,” she breathes. “He’d be good, like real fucking good.”
“You think?”
She nods her head as her eyes become heated. “Definitely. He’s dark and mysterious. I think he’s probably some kind of sexual super God. He’d be the guy who ruins all other men for you. You know, he has a tongue piercing, right?”
My mouth drops open. “I mean…yeah, but I never thought about how…”
“Yeah,” she grins. “Can you imagine?” She pauses for a beat. “You think he has anything else pierced? Mikayla Johnstone swore that he did, but turns out he never actually got with her.”
I groan as an image of River’s man bits spring in my mind with a silver bar through the tip and all I can think about is how the hell do guys pee with penis piercings? I mean, it couldn’t be easy, right? Does it split in half and spout off in two different directions? “Shit, now I have a mental image that really doesn’t want to be there.”
“Really? Because the image in my head is looking pretty damn good.”
I shake my head. “Stop. I feel gross. I don’t want to picture him like that,” I laugh. “You two are so freaking perfect for each other. You know, you’re just going to have to go and take what’s yours. Don’t give him an option.”
“Says rapists all over the world,” she scoffs.
I roll my eyes. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
She groans. “I know.”
“I just think you need to tell him what’s up and give him a choice. Either take it or leave it, but I don’t think you should let him rule your life, because that’s what he’s doing now, unintentional or not,” I tell her. “You need to know now because if it’s never going to happen, you need to move on and find someone else who can give you that same happiness.”