“So can we make Superman jokes now?” Diego begs.
“The answer is still no,” Lois replies.
“Meanie.”
The table bursts out laughing, and I brush my fingers over the fabric. There were a hundred different gifts Lois and I could have picked, and we chose the exact same one.
Mary claps her hands. “We need a photo of this. Come on, you two!”
She whips the Superman T-shirts off us and shepherds us over to the front steps.
“Put them on!”
“Lois, I’m scared,” I whisper.
“Whatever you do, don’t look her in the eye.”
I catch the T-shirt Mary throws my way and strip off before I get my ass whooped.
“Mom, did you just take a photo of Lane with his shirt off?” Lois puts her hands on her hips.
“Just checking the lighting, honey.”
“Lord, give me strength.”
I slip my arms through the armholes, immediately sensing something isn’t right.
Lois starts to laugh. “Shit—you got the wrong one.”
I tug down on the fabric, but try as I might, it still doesn’t cover my belly button.
“Oh my God.” She’s bent double. “You’re wearing mine.”
I close my eyes and shake my head, listening to the peals of laughter all around me.
“That photo will be worth its weight in gold.”
Lois leans into me, with my oversize T-shirt on, and I sling an arm over her shoulders, hooking her neck, pretending to strangle her. She dips her head down to my bare stomach and gives it a playful slap.
“Girl, you are giving Florida vibes.” She snaps her fingers, burying her head in my chest.
“Say cheese,” I mutter between clenched teeth.
She slides a hand along my back, letting it fall to my waist. Mary is laughing so hard it takes her three tries to take our picture.
“Can you send it to me, Mom?”
“If you share it around, I’ll cut you up in small pieces,” I deadpan.
“I always knew you were a psycho.” Lois pinches my side. “Good thing I like to live life dangerously.”
“You’re lucky I love you,” I say without thinking.
“What did you just say?”
“You’re lucky I like you,” I reply too fast.
What did I just say?
