Page 71 of Play Me

“Oh, um, yes, just fine. I just didn’t realize that this drink had alcohol in it. You know, you shouldn’t be drinking alcohol, Waffletoes.”

I shake my head, this has gone too far, abort, abort, I beg him with my eyes.

“Why can’t she have alcohol?” Greg asks, his ass barely touching his seat.

“Well, she’s pregnant, of course.”

“OHYMYGOD!!! CONGRATULATIONS!” Linda shrieks.

“Oh no, it’s not mine.” Sebastian waves his hands in front of us. And I brace myself for what’s coming. “It’s her cousin’s, I mean, her ex-lover’s. But he left her for his next door neighbor’s dog walker, so that’s why we got married. I’m gonna take care of this little lady and her three babies.”

And he reaches over and pat me, my stomach specifically, and my ex-lover cousin’s unborn triplet babies.

The two sets of eyes across the table finally blink after a few seconds and turn towards each other, jaws barely clearing the table.

We take this moment to run.

“Oohh, um, honey, I don’t feel so well,” I moan, kicking Sebastian under the table.

“Oh, her morning sickness has been terrible, I better take her back to her room. You two enjoy the breakfast now, it’s on me! Enjoy the rest of your trip.”

I jump out of my chair and try not to run out of the hotel restaurant, careful not to drop the imaginary fetuses, pushing open the entrance doors and turning the corner just in time to let out the giant guffaw I’d been holding in.

Sebastian catches up with me, his hands covering his mouth and I’m wondering how he can hold his laughter in. He’s shaking his head and he just keeps running back to our villa. He disappears down the walkway and about ten second later I hear a roar of laughter.

The sound of him laughing sets me off again and I bend over at the hip, trying to breathe between my laughter. It’s a good five minutes before I can just barely make my way back to our room.

SEBASTIAN

“Ready to go?” I nudge her with my toe.

“No.” She mumbles, her face still buried in the cushion.

“Well, we have no choice.” I remind her.

“Sure, we do. We can stay. We can go live with that kangaroo family. We can take turns sleeping in her front bag.”

I kneel down and gently stroke her hair. She purrs and it sends shivers through my body.

“It’s time to go, baby.”

“Don’t YOU want to stay?”

“More than you know. But not more than I want to go back to our lives...so I can show you off.”

She pauses and then sighs, heaving herself off the couch.

“Sweet talker.” She raises herself up on her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “We’re really going back to our lives together?”

“Yes, of course.” I tell her.

“I mean, going back together, as in, when we go back there, we’ll be together.”

“As opposed to...”

“Not being together.” She explains, but clarifying nothing.

“Right. What?”