Lucky: Symptoms?
Me: Damn cough but it feels like a regular cold
Lucky: Dry or wet?
Me: Hell if I know. How goes it with you?
Lucky: Callie’s working from home. I’m nanny-daddy.
Me: And?
Lucky: What the fuck is a glitter glue stick?”
I chuckle and we chat for a while longer. Feeling a mite better, I open the fridge. The mostly empty shelves remind me Sam should’ve gotten groceries but to be fair, no one expected the plague to hit so fast.
Thank God for Petey’s. I wonder how long a body can survive on coffee, sticky buns, and pizza.
Cat zooms up to the loft and I countdown. “Three, two, one…”
“Eww, get off. You have kibble breath.” A few seconds later, laughing and naked, my wife opens the curtain and my cock takes notice.
Damn, I am one fortunate sonovabitch. “Morning, sweet cheeks.”
“Hey tough guy. Trouble sleeping?”
“A little, but I can take a nap if I need.”
My beautiful woman stares out at the day and when she stretches long, I stand, thinking we can have a little more of what we did last night.
My cough’s a real cock-blocker. She throws on a tiny silk robe that barely covers her ass, rushes down, and grabs the thermometer off the table.
“Open up.”
Chuckling, I grab her wrist and place her hand on my forehead. “I’m not warm. You can take it later.”
She glances about, looking for her fix. “Coffee?”
“Stay put, I’ll find us some.” I walk through the foyer, the door, and halfway down the steps.
Inside the café, a woman pulls the lever on the cappuccino machine while folks line up on the sidewalk. Eventually, the barista looks up and with hand language, I signal I want our regular order to be set down on the floor.
I wait until she’s safely behind glass before grabbing the bag and running back. On the landing, I almost cough up a lung. At first, I wonder why Sam doesn’t call an ambulance but everything makes sense when I enter the kitchen area.
Earbuds on, she talks with her hands, holding the last slice of leftover pizza. “I know, Mom. I tried but the line went around the block.”
Rolling her eyes, she snatches the coffee I offer, and takes a few gulps. “Uh-huh. Yes. I will. No. Yes. I promise. Bye.”
Elbows on the table, she buries her face in her hands. “Oh my God. You would think we were about to starve to death.”
Sitting in front of my computer, I open my online order and pull her to my lap. “I purchased a few supplies from Amazon.”
Her brows raise. “Seriously? Powdered milk, packaged beets, and a case of peanut butter?”
“Sorry, they were out of toilet paper until the year 2030.”
“Good you’re installing a bidet thingy.”
“Here.” I scroll to the hardware items I found. “This hose will clamp on the sink faucet. It has a sprayer on the end.”
