Three seconds of cursing like a sailor, followed by mind-numbing screaming, and Beth splashed right next to me. She gasped for air, and then her hands were around my neck.
Holy shit. She was going to drown me!
"Beth!" I croaked, unable to actually breathe.
"Don't you dare," she shook me in her tiny hands, "do that to me again! I thought you were going to die!"
"Alive," I wheezed, "until you murder me."
"I want to murder you."
She released me. Thank God.
"But I'm too impressed by your speech and stupid death wish."
"Really?" My chest puffed out.
"Really." Beth swallowed. "So what now?"
"We get married."
"Be serious."
"We pretend to get married."
"Better." She grinned.
"And we get even."
"Oh?"
"I'll give it to Grandma. She knew what she was doing, but I hardly think the couples' therapy and Viagra were necessary to get our attention."
Beth gave me a doubtful look.
"Okay fine. It was probably necessary because I'm a man. Happy?"
"Thrilled."
"Inspired?" I pulled her into my arms.
"Not as much as you are." Beth wrapped her legs around me and jerked my body against hers.
"Three more days."
"Of the fairytale," I whispered. "Guess what happens at the end?"
"What?"
"The prince wins."
"And the princess?"
"She lives happily ever after."
"In a castle?"
"Apartment."