“Scooby?”
“Name of the day, thank God she’s got nine more week to go through names,” he chuckled.
Five minutes after we hung up Sam sent me the P.O. Box information. I then shared it with the band’s fans. With that last post I decided that I needed to be done for the day otherwise it would consume me. It was so easy to become addicted to reading the comments.
Not even three days later the post office called and asked that someone come pick up the mail. Since the band was pretty busy Mark asked me to go get it. I stopped over and grabbed the key from Cleo.
“If I have any do you mind grabbing mine too? It comes in spurts usually.”
When I got there, it was revealed that I had five totes of packages and envelopes to take home. It took me three trips to get them all in the car. I went right over to Cleo’s and started unloading them. Ethan was coming home right as I was opening my trunk, so he grabbed three totes to take into the house.
Setting them down in the living room I popped into the studio and asked if they had time to take a break. Cleo nodded and promptly sat down on the stool she had next to her. She was getting tired more quickly now.
“I actually have the mail out here, if you guys want to check it out,” I suggested. She shot me a small ‘How dare you ask me to move’ glare but got up and joined us in leaving the room.
When they saw all the mail they swore and let out excited murmurs. Making a small circle Adrian reached out first and started separating the mail.
“Mark, Renee, Renee, Renee, Cleo, Mark,” he sang as he pushed envelopes and boxes over to us.
“Aw man, is there any for us?” Derek whined. He shook his head.
“Not that I see, oh wait. This one’s for me,” he lifted the large Manila envelope.
“This is from a mister Frederick Arizona.” He opened it and looked inside, pulling out a large poster. He stared at it and then shoved it right back into the envelope. “So unsolicited dick pics still go through snail mail. Nice,” he chuckled and tossed it aside.
I opened the first envelope with my name on it. It was a baby shower card, with a small handwritten note inside. Oh, how cute. I pressed it to my chest. I wanted to squeal. Mark handed me a handful more of them and I started carefully digging in. I wanted to save the envelopes.
Most of them were congratulations on the baby cards. Some were handmade, others had drawings or little things inside for her. Someone had put tiny socks in hers, while another had some mittens. It was all so adorable.
Since I had taken charge of the cards Mark opened the boxes. Most of them contained various baby things. Lots of clothes. We received a handmade blanket, and someone had knitted a hat and boots. All of it was a little overwhelming, I had to sit back for a moment.
I watched Mark reach for a box and open it. He pulled out a black shirt and when he unfolded it he laughed.
“Hell yeah, baby look at this.” He flipped it around to show me. It said #Rockstarwivesrock.
“Oh, how cool! I’m gonna have to wear that and get a picture.”
It took an hour but finally we opened the last card. Cleo and I were surrounded by boxes, while Adrian had a handful of cards and Derek had one.
“Can we start a new hashtag #guitaristslivesmatter?” He pouted.
“Maybe #Derekneedslove,” Cleo giggled. Mark sat up excitedly.
“Can we do that? Maybe sign him up for some dating sights. How about it man?”
Derek flipped him off and said nothing.
“I do just fine on my own, thanks.”
“Do you? I haven’t seen you with a chick in since before Cleo’s wedding,” Mark smirked.
“So what? That doesn’t mean I'm not dating. That just means I don’t want them around you,” he said cooly. Silence followed for a moment before the subject was changed.
“Can we call it for today? Tot and me want a nap,” Cleo yawned. Everyone agreed to be done rehearsing today.
“What’s everyone doing for dinner tonight?” Adrian asked as we loaded up my car with all of our gifts.
“I don’t know, why you guys wanna come chill?” Mark looked up at him and he shrugged.
