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“You’ll be fine, I promise.” He lays his hand over mine that’s got a death grip on the safety bar.
“You say that now, but don’t come complaining to me when the vomit hits you.” He thinks I’m joking, but I saw the direction this thing spins. Coop is safe, but Clay is absolutely in the splash zone.
I let out a little squeak when the ride starts to move, making Coop laugh harder and Clay snicker a little. I’m fine at first when the ride moves forward, but once the seats we’re in start to spin as we’re still going forward, I clench the bar even harder. Coop lets out a whooping sound as we all start to shift in our seats. He’s pushed against my side, and I’m pushed up against Clay’s. Clay kindly wraps his arm around my waist to grip the bar from beneath my arm, helping to hold me in place as I let out a scream. I won’t lie and say it made me less nauseated, but it did make me feel safer having him wrapped around me.
I allow myself to sink against him and try to close my eyes as the ride goes even faster. But that just makes it worse.
Thankfully, the ride is over quickly, and when the assistant comes and releases the safety bars, I quickly stumble out of the seat. My legs are wobbly, and my stomach is rolling. I trip over my own feet and stumble into another ride-goer.
“Sorry,” I grumble, throwing a hand up. Thankfully, Clay straightens me with a quick tug to my elbow, and the dude I nearly knocked over just chuckles.
“That was the best!” Coop shouts happily. “What’s next?” He’s ready to go, full of energy and chaos, meanwhile, I still haven’t recovered from this ride!
Clay steadies me as I put on a happy face for Coop. “How about the Ferris wheel? Then we can see the whole fair from up there and decide where to go,” I suggest, hopefully. I’m pretty sure we can see all the rides just fine on the ground, but it is the only ride that will give me time to regain control of my stomach.
“Good idea!” Coop shouts, motioning for us to hurry up as we exit off the platform.
“You okay?” Clay whispers, an air of amusement in his tone as we follow after him.
“Yep. Just help me convince him not to get food for at least the next thirty minutes,” I joke, though really, I’m not joking.
Clay laughs and loops my hand through his arm, escorting me toward the Ferris wheel. I lean against him, letting him do all the work, and just stumble along.
Thankfully, I recuperate in no time as we slowly loop around and around high up on the big wheel. I point out several game booths to Coop and the order we could go to everything in.
He readily agrees and the second we’re back on the ground, he heads off toward the closest game booth. It’s a simple water gun challenge where you battle against others to see who can fill their section the fastest through a small hole.
“I’m coming for you, Cooper,” I jest to the boy, using two fingers to point at my eyes, then his, as we sit in our spots, with me between him and Clay.
“Not if I come for you first!” he challenges, trying to do the same motion with his fingers but pokes himself in the eye a little doing it.
When the bell rings to start, we start shooting our water stream. Coop tries to pull a fast one and places his hand in front of mine.
“Hey! Cheater!” I laugh, doing the same to him, though not nearly as much. I’d rather he wins anyway. Clay seems to have the same idea and holds back, missing the target hole on purpose several times.
When the bell rings for the end, a little flag raises over Coop’s section, signaling his victory.
“I won!” he yells, jumping from his seat and throwing his fists into the air, cheering like a pro athlete during a televised game.
“Choose your prize, kiddo,” the booth attendant says.
“I want that one,” Coop says, pointing to a medium-sized, stuffed dragon toy. The attendant hands it over and Coop thrusts it up to me excitedly.
“Look, True, he’s got wings like yours!”
I laugh and ruffle his hair with my hand. “I think his are better.”
“Nah. Yours are real,” he says so matter-of-factly that the attendant looks confused. I just shrug it off in a ‘kids’ kind of gesture before the guy can ask.
However, Clay decides to question it himself in a muffled tone. “Wings?”
“Uh, yep. He thinks I’m a fairy queen,” I tell him nervously. I forgot, only Milo has heard Coop mention my wings before.
Thankfully, Clay laughs it off. “I guess I could see that with all the pink you wear.” He gestures to my current ensemble which is a pink V-neck, light skinny jeans, and pink sneakers with glitter pink laces.
“What can I say? The kid recognizes royalty when he sees it,” I joke, fluttering my eyelashes in an exaggerated manner and tucking my hand under my chin. Better to let Clay think Coop just has a very active imagination like Milo does. Besides, what else would I say?Yep, I’m your cupid-godmother, sent here to help you find love. With another woman. But you can’t see my wings, because you’re not supposed to know what I am. Surprise!Right. He’d attempt to have me committed. And if I did show him my wings, he’d probably have himself committed.
We spend the next couple of hours going from different booths to rides and back again. From a goldfish ring toss and bowling pin knockdown to the small roller coaster and the platform that raises you high then drops you fast, which I despise, by the way. I can fly, so I’m literally made for not falling. Well. Not from that height. I fall on my ass all the time.
