I like it even more when my best –and oldest –friend comes over for dinner and rudely rubs his unconventional – yet seemingly perfect – family in my face.
Fuck, I’m pretty sure the only thing that even pairs well withchiles rellenosand contemptistequila.
Lager’s too refreshing and bourbon’s too bitter.
Or does it become too bitter because what’s coming out of me?
For the record…smiling as much as they do should be a criminal offense.
Punishment should have something to do with toothbrushes.
“We would love to watch him for the entire weekend,” my mom, Eva Garcia, coos at her honorary grandson, my honorary nephew, Diesel Nolan – D – whose highchair is wedged in the corner space between her and my father.“You threeneeda weekend away.”Her slender finger playfully pokes the baby’s long nose.“Nursing your new marriage is just as important as nursing your new littlepaquete de alegría.”
The little guy really is a bundle of joy.
Because of course he is.
Because Miles Nolan – though I’ve called him Ace since we were practically kids – has fuckingeverything.
His own successful towing and garage company.
A healthy relationship with his younger partners Bunny Abernathy Nolan – an accountant – and Kipp Woods Nolan – his business partner.
And now a brand-new son who has his nose along with his big ass forehead, yet Kipp’s bright blue eyes and black curly hair and Bunny’s beautiful brown skin.
The only thing the man could possibly want for is parental approval that he swears he doesn’t need but clearly has in mine, considering they practically raised him alongside me and my sister, Val, who is currentlynothelping the situation either with her promise tofinallybring over the man she hooked up with at their wedding – that we all helped host – a few months back.
I’m the only one at this tablenotin a committed relationship.
That shit is as clear as my practically empty tequila glass.
“I agree,” Demián Garcia, my father, warmly reiterates, honey, pecan skinned face leaning over to also coo at D, inspiring the baby to instantly paw at his dark goatee.“Like a good meal, a good marriage is about balance.”
“You two should take notes,” Mom cheekily insists to me and Val.“That way we won’t have to repeat these life lessons later on.”
“Sí, because we all know how much you justhateeeeedoing that,” my sister goads in return before leaning over to share a girlish giggle with Bunny.
It’s good that they’re friends.
That my sister finally has someone for her like I have Ace.
Although, I doubthernew boyfriend, Braxton November, gets his boxers up his ass every time they hang out alone unlike Woods does when it comes to Ace and I.
The young guyswearsI harbor some sort of unspoken, unresolved feelings for his husband.
He can’t see how I could not.
How anyone could not.
And he can’t see thatbecauseof how in love with the man he is.
Poor kid is basically one good sac tug away from getting “Property of Nolan Forever” tattooed on his neck.
Or ass.
Or hell, both.
Honestly?
