She lifts one pointed finger and theatrically touches the curve of her ear.
“You wanna pick out the color of my toothbrush for me too!?” emotionally shouts Bronny.
“At least then I’d know you have a goddamn toothbrush!” my boyfriend yells in return.
“See,” my patient service lead tauntingly beams, “drama.”
“In HD.” Abandoning my device back in my desk drawer occurs in tandem with me rising to my feet. “Tell me they’re at least the last ones here outside of you and Addy.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Thank our lucky dental dams for that,” I playfully jeer prior to exiting my office.
Getting to the room down the hall where Jukes and his little brother are competing for an Emmy doesn’t take long nor does getting dragged into their surprise storyline of the week.
“I wanna be enunciated!” the teen loudly proclaims while aggressively pointing at the banana yellow shorts wearing male on the opposite side of the room.
There’s no stopping my face from crinkling in confusion. “What?”
“I wanna break free from my bro and out of his shadow and be the one tolegallydecide all my own shit!”
“Emancipated,” I gingerly corrected.
“That’s what I said!” Bronny swiftly insists.
“Not quite,” leaves me barely above a whisper.
“I’m old enough to think for myself and make my own choices!”
“You’re barely old enough tospellchoices let alone make them responsibly,” argues Thayne without missing a beat.
“At least I know how to use the fire extinguisher!”
“I wasn’t the one who started a fire in the kitchen to begin with!”
“The kitchen was on fire?!” escapes much louder and more forceful than my last interjection.
Bronny makes a small gap with his finger. “Lil’ fire.”
“Big enough for the alarm company to call the fire department while I was in a trainin’ sesh!”
“That’s…” his bleached blond head bobbles around in unhappiness, “their…fault…”
“Okay, ‘Disco Inferno’,” my hand gestures to the area I need him to stretch out, “assume the position, please.”
Bronny crosses the short distance to his chair allowing me to slide over to the sink, wash my hands, and receive a sweet but very chaste kiss from the man I’ve spent almost every night with since we slept together a couple of weeks ago.
And the one night we didn’t?
I left sometime after midnight only to have him crawling intomy bedfor a couple hours later instead.
He hated not having me in his arms.
I hated not being there.
I know it’s something we’ll have to adjust to when the season officially starts, however, until then?
I’m all for endless slumber parties.
