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“No.”
“Kitty! What the hell?”
“We’re going to miss seeing Jesse off if we don’t hurry! I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to lose your mind but the car is picking the kids up before five.”
“What?” I looked at my phone and let out a frustrated growl. “Drive faster, Kitty. I’m not missing my baby being picked up for his first dance. I’ll just make do with what I have.”
I’d only ever seen Kitty nervous a few times and she looked positively out of sorts as she glanced over at me and then sped up.
I reached over and squeezed her arm. “Don’t worry. We’re not going to miss him. The guys won’t let them leave before we get home.”
64
***Olive***
Aftertheguysgraduated,they decided they were going to put down roots locally. Mainly because they knew how much I loved Jolly Pines. Even after I’d started teaching, I still visited Jolly Pines as much as possible. I just didn’t have to pull naked seniors off of each other anymore. Jerry had forced Terri into the assistant job and Terri had immediately implemented sex rules. They worked, too. Apparently, telling the horny old goats that they could have sex in zones they called…unloading zones…gave them enough freedom. They stuck to the limited areas and the cleaning services had gotten a lot cheaper.
They’d found a house just outside of campus in a neighborhood like the one they’d lived in, but bigger. The yards were all four or five acres large and the guys had insisted on a pool and the space to teach Jesse whatever sport he’d want to play. It was a lot of house for a family with one child, but we were unique in that the dads of our family came in a set of three and were each massive. They made twelve-foot ceilings and an open space concept feel average sized. Caleb was shaping up to be just as large, so they loved to joke that we’d probably need to buy bigger later.
What I loved the most was the tree lined driveway and the huge windows at the front of the house that let me see when the guys were coming home from work. When I saw my driveway right then, I nearly screamed. Jack had been bullied at a PTA meeting I’d missed because of a doctor’s appointment and he’d ended up agreeing to let the kids all meet at our house for pictures before the limos picked them up. Caleb had been cornered into providing the limos. And Andrew? He’d found himself at the buffet line alone during the pancake breakfast for dads a few weeks earlier. The president of the PTA had smelled blood in the water and pounced. I’d seen it happening but in the short time it took me to run over to them, he’d already agreed to not only provide drinks and snacks for the kids before the dance, but also drinks and dinner for the parents who wanted to wait atour houseon the limos to drop their kids off.
My guys were suckers and because of them, the driveway was a traffic jam. People were parked everywhere, including in our yard. Not to be bested, Kitty drove straight onto the grass and parked us as close as she could get.
“Don’t you say a word to me about the grass, Little Kitty. I didn’t have another choice.” Kitty whipped her scarf off and when she saw my mouth drop open, she grinned and patted her hair into place. Her pink hair. “You like? Simon and I are doing aGreasething. Frenchie was just too cute, wasn’t she?”
I grinned, shocked enough that I could take a moment to just focus on her hair. “I actually love it. You look beautiful, Kitty. What kind ofGreasething? Is there a play or one of those movie events where everyone dresses up?”
“It’s a sex thing, honey. He’s going to be Frankie Avalon’s character, my guardian angel, and he’s going to take me straight up those beautyschool stairs to heaven!”
“Kitty… You’re my hero and I love you.” I fist bumped her when she held her hand out. “Now, let’s go watch our baby grow up a little bit.”
“Or a lot. Who knows what could happen in those limos!”
Cutting my eyes at her, I slammed Missy’s door shut. “Don’t even joke. He’s a little boy and he’s my baby. There are two chaperones to each limo and… Maybe I should go with him.”
“Oh, my god. You’ve got your panties in a bunch lately. You’ve been more emotionally all over the place than a swing-dancing therapist. Take your ass inside and tell your growing boy to have a fun night. No kissing. No pinching his cheeks. No crying and trying to hold him back.”
“I’ll do what I want.” I stomped towards the house. “Including propose to my boyfriends who are going to lose their group chat privileges if they don’t stop excluding me.”
She chased after me but she was wearing six inch glitter boots that sank into the grass as she moved. “Little Kitty! I’m not your mother but I swear, if you don’t stop right now, I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank you!”
The thing about getting older and growing through my trauma was that I’d become a little headstrong. I could admit it. I wasn’t even ashamed of it eighty percent of the time. I’d grown a backbone of diamond and I was proud of being strong. Unfortunately, I was also experiencing an assault of hormones on my body that, when added to that headstrong streak, made me a loose cannon. Being told to not do something was like a challenge I couldn’t let go of.
Kitty crossed herself when I looked back at her and that took away some of my insanity. “You’re not Catholic! What are you doing?”
“I swear you just had the devil coming out of you.” She snorted. “Instead of coming in you for a change.”
I giggled. “You’re terrible!”
Her eyes grew wide and she screamed. “Oh, my god!”
“What?” I jumped around like an idiot, terrified there was a bug on me.
“Oh, my god! Little Kitty! Oh, my god!”
I screamed back at her to get her to stop screaming at me and then we both just stood there, panting.
“You’ve been acting nuttier than a pecan pie lately. I saw you pick up a gummy bear from the floor and eat it. I thought you were just…going through a weird phase. I get it. I spent an entire decade going through packs and packs of markers because I liked the smell so much. But you aren’t just being weird. That look you just gave me? That was the look of a woman who knows her vagina is going to be ripped to shreds in the next nine months. You’re fucking pregnant!”
