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squash soup I made a couple weeks ago after a splendid visit to the farmers’ market.
“Come on boys!” I bellow at them. They’re getting louder as the game gets more interesting. I grab a pitcher of iced tea from the fridge and sit down at the breakfast bar to maintain my view of the game.
“Uh, muh gawd Kid, mmmmm,” Cally praises with a full mouth. I wink in response. Our house now sounds like some kind of strange porn gym, the moans and groans of the boys mixing with the whistles and squeaking shoes from the game. I get tickled and started to giggle. Kavy notices and raises an eyebrow at me while smashing his second panini into his mouth. I just shake my head. I’m not that hungry after my manly breakfast, so I enjoy my soup and watch the rest of the game with my boys.
Once the game is over, Cally and Sully start to clean up. Whoever cooks doesn’t clean (House Rule) and since I almost always cook, I never clean up. This works out well, because I hate doing dishes. I’m leaning over the counter on my elbows when I feel two hands slip around my waist. I look over my shoulder to find Finn.
“Thanks for lunch, Kid,” he grins. “It was outstanding as usual.” He gives me a kiss on my cheek and a squeeze before pushing away.
“I’m gonna go hop in the shower guys and then head out to see Mia. What time is this gathering starting tonight?” I ask any of them that choose to answer.
“At eight, Kid. Finn go with her would ya? I don’t like her goin’ to the hospital by herself. That neighborhood is sketchy,” Kavy shoots over the couch to Finn who’s still standing next to me and trying to avoid my glacial stare.
“Kavy, do you need another ass kicking today? I thought you got your fill this morning,” I drone sarcastically, arching my brow at him.
“Kid don’t start, I’m serious. You know that neighborhood isn’t safe, don’t fight me on this.” His tone is getting a little short for my liking.
“Kavanagh I’m not a seventeen-year-old girl anymore. And even when I was I took care of myself just fine. I don’t need a fucking babysitter to assist me visiting a children’s hospital that I go to every fuckin’ week by myself,” my tones are getting louder now too.
“Shannon.”
“Aaron.” He fucking hates that!! Point me. He leaps over the back of the couch and stalks toward me. It’s about to be on.
“Let’s not fuckin’ do this, Kid. I’m not in the mood for your shit or your mouth right now. Take Finn with you or I’m not lettin’ your skinny ass out the goddamn door. You catch my drift?”
“You go ahead and try to stop me from leaving and I swear to God your father will scream when he comes to identify your body, Aaron Kavanagh. Don’t you ever again in your sad life threaten me in our home.” Finn puts his hand on my lower back and scoops it around my waist. I am seething right now at Kavy, but there is no outward evidence of it. I don’t panic.
“Kid,” Finn coos softly in my ear, “go up and hop in the shower. I would like to see Mia too, if you don’t mind the company.” He’s trying to calm me and satisfy Kavy. It’s a nice idea but we’re too stubborn for that to even begin to work. Kavy is so pissed he’s balling his fists at his sides and breathing heavily. This just furthers my wicked mood. I push Finn’s hand off me, round the breakfast bar stopping two-inches from Kavy.
“You thinkin’ ’bout puttin’ those mitts to use on me, Kavy? You wanna throw down, I got no problem.” I put both hands on his chest and push him back forcefully. He stumbles a couple steps, not expecting me to do that. He steps back toward me like he’s going to hit me. Faster than I can react he scoops me up over his shoulder and runs up the stairs. I am screaming at him to put me down and pounding him on the back. I see Sully and Cally and their faces are stunned. Kavy and I never fight anymore. We used to a lot in our early twenties, but never anymore. This is
“Come on boys!” I bellow at them. They’re getting louder as the game gets more interesting. I grab a pitcher of iced tea from the fridge and sit down at the breakfast bar to maintain my view of the game.
“Uh, muh gawd Kid, mmmmm,” Cally praises with a full mouth. I wink in response. Our house now sounds like some kind of strange porn gym, the moans and groans of the boys mixing with the whistles and squeaking shoes from the game. I get tickled and started to giggle. Kavy notices and raises an eyebrow at me while smashing his second panini into his mouth. I just shake my head. I’m not that hungry after my manly breakfast, so I enjoy my soup and watch the rest of the game with my boys.
Once the game is over, Cally and Sully start to clean up. Whoever cooks doesn’t clean (House Rule) and since I almost always cook, I never clean up. This works out well, because I hate doing dishes. I’m leaning over the counter on my elbows when I feel two hands slip around my waist. I look over my shoulder to find Finn.
“Thanks for lunch, Kid,” he grins. “It was outstanding as usual.” He gives me a kiss on my cheek and a squeeze before pushing away.
“I’m gonna go hop in the shower guys and then head out to see Mia. What time is this gathering starting tonight?” I ask any of them that choose to answer.
“At eight, Kid. Finn go with her would ya? I don’t like her goin’ to the hospital by herself. That neighborhood is sketchy,” Kavy shoots over the couch to Finn who’s still standing next to me and trying to avoid my glacial stare.
“Kavy, do you need another ass kicking today? I thought you got your fill this morning,” I drone sarcastically, arching my brow at him.
“Kid don’t start, I’m serious. You know that neighborhood isn’t safe, don’t fight me on this.” His tone is getting a little short for my liking.
“Kavanagh I’m not a seventeen-year-old girl anymore. And even when I was I took care of myself just fine. I don’t need a fucking babysitter to assist me visiting a children’s hospital that I go to every fuckin’ week by myself,” my tones are getting louder now too.
“Shannon.”
“Aaron.” He fucking hates that!! Point me. He leaps over the back of the couch and stalks toward me. It’s about to be on.
“Let’s not fuckin’ do this, Kid. I’m not in the mood for your shit or your mouth right now. Take Finn with you or I’m not lettin’ your skinny ass out the goddamn door. You catch my drift?”
“You go ahead and try to stop me from leaving and I swear to God your father will scream when he comes to identify your body, Aaron Kavanagh. Don’t you ever again in your sad life threaten me in our home.” Finn puts his hand on my lower back and scoops it around my waist. I am seething right now at Kavy, but there is no outward evidence of it. I don’t panic.
“Kid,” Finn coos softly in my ear, “go up and hop in the shower. I would like to see Mia too, if you don’t mind the company.” He’s trying to calm me and satisfy Kavy. It’s a nice idea but we’re too stubborn for that to even begin to work. Kavy is so pissed he’s balling his fists at his sides and breathing heavily. This just furthers my wicked mood. I push Finn’s hand off me, round the breakfast bar stopping two-inches from Kavy.
“You thinkin’ ’bout puttin’ those mitts to use on me, Kavy? You wanna throw down, I got no problem.” I put both hands on his chest and push him back forcefully. He stumbles a couple steps, not expecting me to do that. He steps back toward me like he’s going to hit me. Faster than I can react he scoops me up over his shoulder and runs up the stairs. I am screaming at him to put me down and pounding him on the back. I see Sully and Cally and their faces are stunned. Kavy and I never fight anymore. We used to a lot in our early twenties, but never anymore. This is
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