messy
and he’s a boy!” she exclaimed.
“Where is Jarrod? And Noah?” I asked.
“Noah is in the garage organizing his screws
or some manly shit like that, and I sent Jarrod up to get a shower
to get the batter and syrup out of his hair. Don’t ask me how that
happened, I turned my back for five seconds to wipe batter off the
cat and when I was done, Jarrod was looking at me like, what the
hell?” Jenna sighed.
“Mommy said SHIT!” Hayden yelled at the top
of her lungs, running in circles around Jenna’s legs until she
spied the cat and took off after it.
“HAYDEN, NO!” Jenna shouted, taking off after
her.
I shook my head, grinning at Noah as he came
in the door.
“Hey, Em. Welcome to the nut house. Wanna
come help me organize the garage?” Noah grinned at me before
looking around the kitchen and wincing. Without another word he
turned around and headed back to the safety of the garage.
Jenna came back in the kitchen then, dangling
the poor cat, Tommy (Hayden named her, poor thing) in her
outstretched arms, who’s fur was matted and sticky with syrup where
Hayden’s hands had grabbed her. Blowing out a breath, I grabbed a
washcloth and wetted it with warm water and a little bit of dish
soap.
Between the two of us, Jenna and I managed to
get the cat, Hayden, and the kitchen cleaned in record time. Jarrod
came down the stairs fresh from the shower, shook his head at his
sister, and went out to the garage with his father.
A couple hours later, Jenna and I were
sitting on her back deck sipping wine and I made the mistake of
mentioning Luke, which led to how I met him, which led to Jenna
shrieking and calling our mother to tattle on me. Geez, like I’m
not almost thirty!
Jenna was mad that I hadn’t shown her the
tattoo right after I got it, but shut up pretty quickly when I
reminded her that she was quite preoccupied with her stakeout
fiasco the last time I saw her.
“Speaking of, Jenna, are you done trying to
convince yourself that Noah is cheating on your dumb ass?” I
asked.
“Smart ass,” Jenna replied. “Yeah, we worked
it out. And for the record, I was going a little crazy at the time.
I was late. As in, late !”
I choked on my wine, setting my glass down
and staring at Jenna wide-eyed. “Are you pregnant?”
She shook her head at me. I think she looked
a little sad, but then Hayden came running outside wearing Jarrod’s
underwear on her head, Jarrod hot on her heels yelling, “Mo-om!”
Jenna just leaned forward, put her head on the table and began
banging it, whispering, “Why me? Why me?”
I left Jenna’s house around six and called
Allie from my cell when I got in the car.
“Emma Marie Jensen, you devious little
bitch!” Allie yelled into the phone, not bothering with niceties
like saying hello or anything. “I gave up fat clothes night and
special sundaes for you to roll around naked with that hot piece of
ass and you can’t even call me to give me details? I thought you
were my best friend! I’m breaking up with you!”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Allie, calm
down!”
“You don’t get to tell me to calm down,
chickie la la. I went out since we weren’t having fat clothes
night, and instead of finding me a hot piece of my own, I ran
interception for you because I saw Leah at the bar. She was working
herself up over the loss of her current man candy of the month and
was planning on crashing your place again. So what now?” Allie
yelled into the phone.
“Okay, okay, okay, geez, keep your panties
on! I’m sorry, thank you, I love you, you have my undying
gratitude, and if you are done yelling at me, meet me at Griff’s
for a drink and I’ll give you the low down dirty details. Will that
make up for it?” I asked.
“Yes,” she huffed. “Be there in ten. Maybe
fifteen.” She hung up.
I chuckled, pulled out of Jenna’s drive and
headed downtown to Griff’s.
When I got to Griff’s, I headed to our
favorite booth in the back. It was primo
and he’s a boy!” she exclaimed.
“Where is Jarrod? And Noah?” I asked.
“Noah is in the garage organizing his screws
or some manly shit like that, and I sent Jarrod up to get a shower
to get the batter and syrup out of his hair. Don’t ask me how that
happened, I turned my back for five seconds to wipe batter off the
cat and when I was done, Jarrod was looking at me like, what the
hell?” Jenna sighed.
“Mommy said SHIT!” Hayden yelled at the top
of her lungs, running in circles around Jenna’s legs until she
spied the cat and took off after it.
“HAYDEN, NO!” Jenna shouted, taking off after
her.
I shook my head, grinning at Noah as he came
in the door.
“Hey, Em. Welcome to the nut house. Wanna
come help me organize the garage?” Noah grinned at me before
looking around the kitchen and wincing. Without another word he
turned around and headed back to the safety of the garage.
Jenna came back in the kitchen then, dangling
the poor cat, Tommy (Hayden named her, poor thing) in her
outstretched arms, who’s fur was matted and sticky with syrup where
Hayden’s hands had grabbed her. Blowing out a breath, I grabbed a
washcloth and wetted it with warm water and a little bit of dish
soap.
Between the two of us, Jenna and I managed to
get the cat, Hayden, and the kitchen cleaned in record time. Jarrod
came down the stairs fresh from the shower, shook his head at his
sister, and went out to the garage with his father.
A couple hours later, Jenna and I were
sitting on her back deck sipping wine and I made the mistake of
mentioning Luke, which led to how I met him, which led to Jenna
shrieking and calling our mother to tattle on me. Geez, like I’m
not almost thirty!
Jenna was mad that I hadn’t shown her the
tattoo right after I got it, but shut up pretty quickly when I
reminded her that she was quite preoccupied with her stakeout
fiasco the last time I saw her.
“Speaking of, Jenna, are you done trying to
convince yourself that Noah is cheating on your dumb ass?” I
asked.
“Smart ass,” Jenna replied. “Yeah, we worked
it out. And for the record, I was going a little crazy at the time.
I was late. As in, late !”
I choked on my wine, setting my glass down
and staring at Jenna wide-eyed. “Are you pregnant?”
She shook her head at me. I think she looked
a little sad, but then Hayden came running outside wearing Jarrod’s
underwear on her head, Jarrod hot on her heels yelling, “Mo-om!”
Jenna just leaned forward, put her head on the table and began
banging it, whispering, “Why me? Why me?”
I left Jenna’s house around six and called
Allie from my cell when I got in the car.
“Emma Marie Jensen, you devious little
bitch!” Allie yelled into the phone, not bothering with niceties
like saying hello or anything. “I gave up fat clothes night and
special sundaes for you to roll around naked with that hot piece of
ass and you can’t even call me to give me details? I thought you
were my best friend! I’m breaking up with you!”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Allie, calm
down!”
“You don’t get to tell me to calm down,
chickie la la. I went out since we weren’t having fat clothes
night, and instead of finding me a hot piece of my own, I ran
interception for you because I saw Leah at the bar. She was working
herself up over the loss of her current man candy of the month and
was planning on crashing your place again. So what now?” Allie
yelled into the phone.
“Okay, okay, okay, geez, keep your panties
on! I’m sorry, thank you, I love you, you have my undying
gratitude, and if you are done yelling at me, meet me at Griff’s
for a drink and I’ll give you the low down dirty details. Will that
make up for it?” I asked.
“Yes,” she huffed. “Be there in ten. Maybe
fifteen.” She hung up.
I chuckled, pulled out of Jenna’s drive and
headed downtown to Griff’s.
When I got to Griff’s, I headed to our
favorite booth in the back. It was primo
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