“I will. Love you.” She kisses toward the screen.
“Love you. Thanks for being the world’s best wife and mother.”
She laughs. “Nice addition. Just get home, Tweetie.”
“I’m trying.”
“I know.”
Eventually, one of us will have to end this conversation, but I don’t want to hang up. I want to stay on with her until I’m outside our front door—which isn’t feasible, I know.
“Okay, I need this suction off my nipples… Wait!” she screeches. “No. Don’t.” The phone drops from her grip, then she screams, “Hayes!”
“Shit, sorry,” I hear Hayes say. “I didn’t know you were in here. I was just grabbing a pen. Fuck, don’t tell Tweetie. I didn’t see anything.” I hear the door slam shut.
Tedi laughs and picks up the phone. “I think I just scared Hayes within an inch of his life. He’ll never get a girl pregnant now.”
“Did he see your tits?” Anger boils over inside me while Tedi can’t stop laughing.
“Do you really want to know?” She cringes.
My hand squeezes the phone so hard it makes a sound. “I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“No, you’re not. Believe me, he’s more scarred than turned on.”
“Stop, Tedi.” My jaw clenches.
“I just mean he’s not going to beat off to them tonight or anything.”
“Tedi,” I say with the last of my patience, thinking about another man seeing my wife’s tits.
She’s still laughing, not embarrassed in the slightest. “Go, babe. Love you.”
I tell her I love her, and we finally hang up. Then I scroll through a few pictures that usually get me through my time away, but this has been a longer trip than most.
Fucking mechanical issues.
Then the thought comes to my mind. Fuck if I’m going to sit here and not take matters into my own hands.
I pocket my phone and go back into the locker room, where everyone is starting to head to the bus.
I corner Rowan, Henry, and Conor. “How about we get home our own way?”
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Conor
“How exactly arewe gonna do that?” I ask Tweetie.
“You mean get our own flights?” Henry asks, and I hear the hopeful note in his voice. He’ll do it to get home to Jade.
Rowan’s already got his phone out, and I’m sure he’s searching flights.
“You actually used your brain, good boy.” I pat Tweetie’s head, but he ducks under my hand and goes to punch me.
“Fuck off,” he says.
“If you get me home and I’m fucking my wife tonight, I’ll do exactly that.” I grab my backpack, securing it with the hopes that I’m on my way to the airport.
