Chapter 44 Birthday #2
"And when I heard him tell her he loved her for the first time! I tell you, I was shocked," Theo laughs. Fuck them all.
Just y'all wait.
"Where'd she go anyway?" Roman looks around, "Abby too?"
"Probably tinkling," I mumble, taking another swig of my almost empty beer. Girls go together for some reason.
When I put the bottle down, they're all looking at me crazily. Some with their mouths open and some on the verge of bursting into laughter.
"Tinkling?" Sanfred nearly fucking giggles. I roll my eyes.
"Yeah tinkling. That's what I fucking said."
They laugh. Yeah, they won't be laughing if Azalea hears them say anything but 'tinkle' when they're talking about piss.
"Y'all should hear some of the other shit that happens when those two are together," Roman laughs and I send him a glare.
"He's like a big ball of goo when it comes to her. I swear if she told him to climb the Eiffel Tower, he would without even thinking about it," he says honestly. Shit, I would think about it. I'd think about what time she'd want me home after I did it.
She's fucking everything to me. They don't understand how much she actually means to me. It means a lot to be the only person on Earth that I love. So if she tells me she wants something or that she wants me to do something, I'm gonna fucking do it.
Why the fuck else would I have gotten a cat that's supposed to be picked up tomorrow and brought home to her? Damnit.
A pair of hands come to rest on my tense shoulders. Automatically under her soft touch, they loosen.
The bell above the door rings and Jonas walks in. Azalea gasps as he walks closer and closer to the table.
They look at each other emotionlessly.
"I missed you, brat," Azalea grumbles. They hadn't seen each other since she left for college.
"Yeah, you would," he says as an insult before simmering back down, "I missed you too."
He holds his hand out for her to shake but she's a hugger. She opens her arms. They awkwardly hug. She sends his stomach a light punch and he jerks away from her constantly.
It's the most pitiful fucking thing I've ever seen.
Eventually, they get in a regular three-second hug. Barely though.
"Happy birthday," he tells her once they pull away.
"Yeah, you better tell me happy birthday."
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"Marry me," I tell her first thing in the morning.
I already got the ring. Last night when she fell asleep I was right on it. I looked at the ring sizes of the rings in her jewelry box and I went from there.
I found the perfect one and I got it before I could start to overthink it.
"I will later," she mumbles tiredly. She suddenly sits up like she wasn't just dead asleep two minutes ago.
"Am I too hyper and fidgety?" she questions out of nowhere. I don't even know where that came from.
"What? No," I lie slightly. Not really though. She's really not too hyper. Actually she is but I'm just used to it by now. And she's always been fidgety, it's not really a big deal. It's cute.
"My professor said I am," she looks slightly upset, "she said I needed medicine."
"Yeah and tell her to go fuck herself," I nod. Who the fuck does that lady think she is? She has no right telling her she needs medicine.
Sure she's wild as fuck but that's what makes her who she is. And I wouldn't want her any other fucking way.
"You're perfect the way you are, you hear me?" I grip her chin, making sure she's looking right at me.
"I was clicking the pen a lot and she just flipped out," she explains.
"Next time, don't let her talk to you that way, okay? Better yet, if she does, call me in the middle of your damn class and pass her the phone," I tell her. Oh, the shit I'd tell that professor.
The doorbell rings. The damn cat's here.
"Stay here," I place a kiss on her forehead, "I'll be right back."
Opening the door, Lincoln looks right back at me unamusedly. He hands me the small cage with the baby cat in it.
"You know, when you said you wanted me to go on a top secret mission, I wasn't expecting to drive four fucking hours just to pick up a damn kitten," he grumbles.
"It was top secret and it was four hours away. I'd call that a mission," I give him a sarcastic smile.
"It's a ridiculous mission," he groans.
"Quit being a bitch. You'll get a bonus for it, now leave," I shut the door in his face. I place the cage on the counter. I open the front and a cat as big as my hand comes walking out confidently.
How the fuck do you even pick up these things?
Bear shows up by my side and sniffs the air curiously.
"I don't like it either, Bear," I grumble to him. Eventually, I just pick the thing up. It may be small now, but this thing is supposed to get pretty damn big.
I found a little cheat to getting the cat.
I got the cat most doggish that there is. A Maine Coon. It's gonna get big. It's kinda doggish. It's as best as I could get.
I wasn't getting a damn pussy ass cat. It's gonna be the manliest cat and I hope I've succeeded.
I hate to admit the baby is a little cute. And the thing better like me too. I've got two months before Lilah gets out of school for summer, if it hates me, I'm sneaking it into her dorm and not dealing with it.
"This thing isn't a toy, Bear," I explain to him. He eats meals three times as big as this thing.
"And you can't eat it or momma will be very upset with you," I tell him sternly before giving his side a good pat.
I mosy my way back into the bedroom where I find that Lilah is in the bathroom. I sit on the bed with my back to the door and I look at the thing. It's a furry little shit but it is cute, I'll give it that.
Is it a boy or a girl? Shit, I can't remember.
The door suddenly opens. I stand up and start walking to her. She doesn't notice the little thing until I'm right in front of her.
And when she does. She falls to the ground, crying.
I sigh, shaking my head. I kneel down to the ground with her and sit the thing in her lap. She picks it up and holds it like it's pure gold.
"Oh my goodness!" she sniffs, "It's the cutest thing in the world!"
"Mhm."
"Do we get to keep it?" she looks at me, hope filling her eyes. I give her a smile.
"Of course," I nod. With the cat in hand, she crawls onto my lap kissing every inch of my face.
Yeah getting that thing was definitely fucking worth it.
"Boy or girl?"
"I don't fuckin' know," I shrug.
An hour of googling later, it's a girl.
She fucking named it Princess Eleonora Caroline Kingston.
Callie for short. Not sure where she got Callie from but okay.
She already loves the damn cat more than me.
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Hey, y'all! I hope y'all aren't too bored in the quarantine. I know I am. I hope you all stay safe and healthy! Just recently there has been a case of the virus found in my town so I'm taking this a little more seriously. (I live in a really really small town.)
Anyway, I hope y'all enjoyed this one!
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Word count: 3240
-Ashlyn M.
Oh, by the way, the scene with Jonas and Azalea is purely inspired by the scene in Stepbrothers ;)