You should bring Ari lots of food. *pizza emoji, bacon emoji, burger emoji* don’t let your wifey starve
Sexy Fiancé
neither of you will starve, I can’t bring you food right now - later yes
Damn it…
Alright, he must really be busy. I know if I push it, he’ll actually go get food and bring it up to me, but that’s not fair to him.
I still debate begging him for a minute before Lil and I slink downstairs, poking our heads around corners and tiptoeing past doors. We throw together some sandwiches, and as we’re filling a basket with bags of chips and cookies, Anthony walks in. I’ve seen photos of him. He and Dad share a few features, but some DeVille genes seem to skip a generation because Luca’s eyes and dimples come from his grandpa.
I’m still holding out hope we end up with a blue-eyed baby someday, if we decide to have babies… Nope, not going down that rabbit hole again right now!
“Uncle Tony, um, hi,” Lil says with a mouth full of leftover tester cake.
Like the fancy lady I am, I snort. “Smooth, Lilith. Real smooth.” She grabs a napkin to wipe her mouth, then she balls it up and throws it at me.
“You must be Ariana,” Anthony says with a smile I wasn’t expecting.
“That’s what they tell me.” I shrug, not really sure what to make of the whole situation. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that they’re here.
He turns back to Lil. “So, you go by Lilith now?”
“Fuck no. Only when I’m in trouble. And when Ari’s in amood. Actually, she calls me that a lot…” She purses her lips and tilts her head back to get a better look at me.
“I’m often in a mood.”
“What have you ladies been up to, other than fighting over a book?’
“Reading books we didn’t rip in half and hiding out,” Lil says. “But we got hungry, and Luca’s too busy to bring us food. Fucking slacker.”
“We should take one of the stickers off his sticker chart,” I say.
“I was going to say put ants in his bed.”
“No, thank you. I sleep in that bed, and I like it ant-free.”
“Okay, well, I’ll come up with something to make him pay.” She cracks her knuckles like she means business.
“I ordered a bunch of tiny plastic frogs a few minutes ago. There’ll be one in every pair of boxers he owns before dinner.”
She snaps and points a finger at me. “Yes, that’s good. And those customized stickers we designed for him were shipped today.”
Anthony’s grinning, and his eyes bounce back and forth like he’s watching a tennis match.
“Throw some of that cake in here. And the sandwiches. We have energy drinks upstairs. Which cake is that?”
“The hazelnut one,” she replies, mouth full again. “Why didn’t we pick this one for the wedding?”
“Because you giggled every time we said ‘nut.’”
“Oh yeah…”
Suddenly, we hear Mom from the other side of the open back door. The whiny voice that responds must belong to Luca’s mom. All three of us freeze.
“Abort mission, abort mission!” Lil squeaks, her eyes wide.
“We don’t abort the mission, Lilith! We take our shit and run!” I hiss.
