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“El, I can’t just leave when my business is falling apart!”
“Nothing is falling apart, love. Trust me. It will be handled.”
* * *
The menin the family stood side by side as my jet taxied down the runway. We’d just sent all the women in the family; Averie, Mom, Torrey, Estelle, Keeva, Kenzie, and Coco to New York. Princess had to stay behind with Princeton.
“Welp, let’s try to stay out of trouble gentlemen until they return,” Wendell said. “I am about to go eat all the junk Estelle won’t let me eat while she is around. See y’all in a couple days.”
My phone ringed.
“Pax, what’s up?”
“I have a way for you to fix Averie’s problem but it’s going to take a bit of sacrifice on your part.”
“I want to get it taken care of so whatever it takes.”
“I figured you would say that so here is the plan.”
Averie
Check your accounts – Samuel
I quickly logged into my bank accounts, and all of them were the way they were supposed to be pre-attack.
What did you do?
I told you I would handle it. Now enjoy yourself. – Samuel
I love you.
I love you too. – Samuel
We sat through three hours of Kenzie trying on dresses. Mommy wanted her to try on ball gowns because she wanted her to be a classic bride. The attendant brought out several ballgowns, and Kenzie tried them all on. She didn’t like any of them, and we didn’t either, including Mommy. Mommy stepped back and let Kenzie try on the type of dress she wanted to wear. She came from the back of the store and walked to the pedestal. We all stopped talking to take in how beautiful she looked in the lace mermaid gown that she had chosen for herself. I felt tears welling up and cursed the pregnancy hormones. I hated crying.
“Oh my goodness, Ken. You are stunning,” Vivian said.
“You really are baby,” Mommy said.
“This is by far the best one you’ve tried on,” Torrey said.
“It doesn’t matter how much this one costs. If you want it, I will put in on it,” Coco added.
Kenzie looked at herself in the mirror.
“Ladies, this is the one!”
* * *
After dress shopping,we had a pamper session of massages, manicures, and pedicures in the hotel spa.
I passed on the massage because I read that there were certain areas a pregnant person couldn’t have massaged. I didn’t want to have to fight a masseuse for messing up, so I went with the pedicure without the spa and a manicure. We went back up to our suite and found a buffet of food waiting on us.
“Compliments of Mr. Valentine,” the room attendant said.
There was a little bit of everything to choose from, from steak to seafood.
“Averie, don’t mess with that seafood or that caviar,” my mother instructed.
