Chapter 74
74
Hudson
Dane: So let me get this straight . . . you took your new wife, MY SISTER, to a farm for the honeymoon? A literal farm.
Mason: ?? Moo, bitches.
Aiden: I don’t even know what to say.
Hudson: It’s not our honeymoon.
Mason: Sure it’s not. Just you, Molly, and a bunch of cows starting your married life in style.
Aiden: Nothing says “I love you” like milking goats.
Hudson: We don’t even have goats.
Dane: You’re not helping your case, dude.
Hudson: My mom invited us. She wanted to spend time with her new daughter-in-law.
Mason: Your mom invited you? On your honeymoon? Hudson, blink twice if you’re being held hostage by your family.
Hudson : Find another joke Mason.
Mason: That’s not a no.
Aiden: Did she put you to work too? I bet Hudson’s out there chopping wood and tilling fields while Molly’s sipping lemonade, laughing at his misery.
Hudson: I’m not chopping wood.
Mason: Sure you’re not. I can already picture you. Shirtless, flexing for Molly like some Hallmark movie farmer.
Aiden: “She fell in love with the farm boy. His abs were the real honeymoon.”
Hudson: You guys are idiots.
Dane: At least tell me you took her somewhere nice before forcing her to do manual labor.
Hudson: I didn’t force her to do anything.
Mason: So what you’re saying is Molly is out there bonding with your mom while you’re baling hay. That’s the story?
Hudson: There’s no hay. You’re all unhinged.
Aiden: It’s a farm. There’s definitely hay.
Hudson: Can you all focus on something else?
Mason: Nope. You’re the entertainment today, Wilde.
Hudson: You’re all dead to me.
Mason: Is that you in the barn? Is that where you’re texting us from right now?
Aiden: He’s probably hiding from his mom.
Dane: Or hiding from Molly after she realized this is her “honeymoon.”
Hudson: IT’S NOT A HONEYMOON.
Mason: Sure, Farmer Hudson. Now go tend to your chickens or whatever.
Hudson: I hate all of you.
Mason: Love you too, big guy. ??
Aiden: ??
Dane: ??
Hudson: What’s with the basket?
Dane: It’s for the eggs Molly’s probably gathering.
Hudson: I’m blocking this chat.
Mason: No, you’re not. You’d miss us too much.
Hudson: I’ll send you all hay bales for Christmas.
Aiden: He admits it! There’s hay!
Mason: HA.
Hudson has left the chat.
Mason: He’ll be back.
Aiden: He always comes back.
Dane: Text me when he starts ranting about this in person.
Mason: Deal.