Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Doing what Demián did for me.
Loud familiar moaning furrows my brow upon entering the room though seeing why immediately smooths it back. “You two serious with this shit?” I flop down on the edge of the couch space beside our woman. “How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate when it sounds like a porn shoot in here?”
“Oddly accurate,” Eva comments from behind her wineglass.
“How would you know?!” panics Garcia in horror.
Instead of answering his question, she casually gestures towards the dish being shared by the two people I’m about to propose to. “I take it you both like it?”
Kid groans even louder as he slides the fork out of his mouth. “Ma’am-”
“Ohhhh,” she instantly gags in disapproval, “pleaseeee do not ma’am me.” Her ankles cross on a shudder. “That is how we talk to my mother-in-law. Not me.”
“She’s still alive?!” Croaks Rabbit while stabbing a piece of the cake.
“Evil never dies,” mutters Eva just loud enough for Demián to roll his eyes.
“Let’s hope that’s not true,” our woman whispers in tandem with turning towards me. “Open.” Spreading my legs apart causes her to tip her head back briefly in mirthful irritation. “Your. Mouth.”
“Ain’t my fault you weren’t specific the first time.”
Tiny giggles from the mother of my child precede me cracking it open just enough for her to slip a bite of the decadent treat inside. I immediately make the same noises they just were alongside a bliss-filled brow furrow.
“These are the sounds that got you three into this situation,” Val sassily states with a roll of her finger at Rabbit’s tummy.
“And the ones that will get us into it again,” I easily jab back before leaning over to wipe away vanilla frosting from the corner of Kid’s mouth. Sucking it off the tip of my thumb, sparks my boyfriend and girlfriend to both whimper and me to smirk. “And so will those.”
“Less foreplay,” the best friend sipping tequila on the other side of coffee table chortles, “more gameplay.”
“Those don’t have to be mutually exclusive,” Eva offhandedly insists.
“Mommmmmm,” whines her son, sounding more like he’s four versus forty, “commmeeee onnnn…”
“Aren’t you glad you came over for dinner?” Val giggles in tandem with grabbing the timer.
“I told you,” Demián slyly interjects, “obtendrás cena y espectáculo.”
“Dinner and a show,” Bunny and Kid snicker together.
“Quick learners.” He warmly bounces his head in approval. “I love it.”
I smile, shake my head, and grab a random card from the bag. Post pretending what I see matters, I shoot a quirked eyebrow at the two still shoveling cake into their mouth. “You two ready?”
“Yeah,” Kid quickly nods.
My chin tips towards the dessert. “You sure you two can do two things at once?”
“We did this morning,” Rabbit saucily reminds on a smack.
“And this afternoon.”
“Now, get to drawing, Mutt.”
Once our pad of paper and pencil are in my possession, I motion for Val to flip the timer over.
Unsure of exactly what to draw, I doodle the first thing that comes to mind when people think of the word wedding.
Unfortunately, it causes the wrong response from them both, “Balls!”
Alright.
I know I ain’t Vincent van Gogh, but my bells don’t look like balls.
“Testicles!” Rabbit shouts with even more enthusiasm.
Drawing a giant x over the picture prompts Kid to guess, “Vasectomy!”
My head has barely finished shaking when our woman shrieks, “Sex change!”
Cackling from all the Garcias is the only thing that keeps my gears from shifting out of thoughtful to spiteful.
This is gonna make a better story someday than just grunting and slamming the damn things on the table.
At least I hope.
Quickly creating a square, I add on doors and prepare to add a cross to indicate a church; however, before I can continue, Kid excitedly snaps, “Barn!”
“Old McDonald!”
“Farm!”
“McDonalds golden arches!”
Gut splitting laughter swirls around the room, yet when Val goes to call it on time, her brother slyly stops her, completely clued in to what’s going on.
Abandoning the picture with an x occurs a second time, leading me to go with what I know will be the easiest route.
The first shape is drawn which has our boyfriend yelling it out. “Circle!” When two more connect to it, he fumbles out, “Uh…snowman?”
Doodling a triangle on top of the one in the middle along with “sparkle” lines coming from it convinces Rabbit to cautiously guess, “Diamond?”
“Rings!” Kid soars to the edge of his seat and closer to me. “Wedding rings!”
Hearing the two words together has me dropping the pencil.
Retrieving one box.
The other.
Placing the red paper covered object in front of him.
The white in front of her.
Carefully lowering myself onto one knee and taking in the shakiest breath of my entire life.
Chapter 9
Kipp
Bunny cheekily criticizes the unexpected sight sitting in front of us. “I don’t think props are part of Pictionary.”
Small sniggers from the onlookers seem to help Nolan settle into his bent knee position.