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(specifically, five years and one day later)
Ihave very limited time off so we need to get this shit going. I have boards to study for and hospital follow up to do, but I took off these two weeks, and so did my husband. Because it’s too good. I made this one, and I want to rub it in their faces.
I’m standing on a monstrosity of a lawn that belongs to the Red Sox’s newest pitching sensation and World Champion.
I’m backed up by a very cool and appreciative fire department. Tony has a fireman’s hat on and everything. Law once told me I couldn’t find water in a storm. It was my final year of med school, and I was exhausted and fucking pregnant, and nothing I said in that year made sense.
Tony hitches our kid, Salem, up on his hip.
I pull out my bullhorn and yell, “HEY! LAW! I found some water, now find your checkbook! Spark it up, boys. I’m gonna make it rain!”
They aim their hoses at his roof. I make it rain, literally. Law bolts out of his house just as the hoses set off a stream.
“What the fuck is happening? AHHHH. HOLY SHIT! Fuck.” He runs out of the way of the water. “Tony? Makenzie, what the fuck are you doing?”
I’m laughing and dancing in the spray that’s making a rainbow. I grab Salem, and we spin around as Tony approaches Law. I signal to the fireman to cut it. Law is dripping wet, and I snap a picture of him.
Tony’s laughing his head off. I dance up to him with Salem on my hip, who can’t stop laughing. She reaches for Law; she always does. He takes her.
“Little princess, what the fuck is wrong with your mommy?” She giggles.
“Pay up!” I gleefully scream.
“What?”
“You once bet me I couldn’t find water in a rainstorm. I found water. I’ve also been happily married for five years and one day, which I believe means you owe me double the original love bet and that comes to—four million dollars.” He groans and looks up at the sky.
“She’s a shark.” Law laughs big and loud.
“Nah, she’s a witch with an axe to grind. Pay up,” my love says.
“Fine.” He taps his phone, and I hear a whoosh. Tony picks up his phone. They all have an account hooked up for instant transfers. It’s the first time I’m actually making them pay. Claire’s in charge of the account. Before they had a lifetime tally of things. Well, until I made Tony’s dad pay up.
Law growls, and I say, “Thanks, man, pleasure doing business with you.” I rub my hands together.
“You’re not staying?” He tickles Salem.
“We’ve got a plane to catch.” I tell him, and Salem holds him around the neck a little tighter.
“Where you headed?” He nuzzles into my daughter’s belly, and her laughter peals through the neighborhood.
“Robbie and Claire.”
He guffaws, then says, “Oh, collecting personally this time. Mak, you’re too much.”
“Mommy too much!” Salem yells at Tony.
“Thanks!”
Tony kisses me and smiles, then says, “We gots to go so we can get to Paris by tomorrow. Colt’s meeting us there. And Dax and company are already on the plane. Mak broke in and crawled into their bed this morning. Scared the fuck out of them. She’s collecting everyone.”
I pump my arms in the air. That one was fun. Colt, being the sensible one, I let that family escape without a prank but did give them a command to meet us in Paris.
Law asks, “H know you’re coming?”
“Nope. Wanna tag along?”
“Give me five.”
