Troubles and Treats (Chocolate Lovers #3)(33)

“Holy hell, is that a dragon? Dude, who did the dragon? That’s pretty good,” Drew asks.

“I did!” Charlotte pipes up. She immediately wipes the black smile off of her face when she sees the murderous look on Liz’s face.

“I just painted these walls,” Claire mumbles as she takes on a catatonic look and stares at the ceiling.

“Gavin! Have you been in here this entire time?” Carter shouts.

I didn’t even notice Gavin sitting sideways in a chair in the corner with his legs hanging over the arms, flipping through a book.

“Yep,” Gavin answers as he continues turning the pages without looking up.

“Um, and you didn’t think it was necessary to tell us the girls were painting their faces and the walls with a marker that doesn’t wash off?” Carter scolds.

Gavin finally looks away from his book and notices the girls in the middle of the room, all sitting silently and still clutching the permanent markers in their hands.

“Heh, heh. Nice job, cootie faces!”

“Shut up, you piece of crap!” Ava yells.

“AVA!” Liz yells.

“What? I’m not allowed to call him a piece of shit, am I?” she replies as she crosses her arms and pouts.

“She’s got a point. She’s not allowed to say ‘shit’,” Jim whispers to Liz.

“I just painted these walls,” Claire mutters again.

“This is the best game night ever!” Drew exclaims as he pulls out his cell phone and starts snapping pictures. “Girls, say, ‘Once you go black, you never go back!'”

I walk over and smack his arm, snatching the phone out of his hand. “Alright, girls, everybody up, clothes off and into the bathroom.”

Liz and I start herding the girls out of the room and across the hall.

“Gavin, go get some soap and water and start scrubbing these walls,” Carter says as he makes his way over to Claire and wraps her in his arms.

“Why do I have to clean the walls? I didn’t draw on them. This is HORSESHIT!”

“GAVIN ALLEN! I JUST PAINTED THESE WALLS! DID YOU HEAR ME? I…JUST…PAINTED…THESE…WALLS! IJUSTPAINTEDTHESEWALLS! IJUSTPAINTEDTHESEWALLS!” Claire shrieks.

“Is she losing her shit or is she trying to do another Mad Gab?” Drew asks me. “Because if it’s a Mad Gab, I’m going with ‘A just plain teddy swallows’.”





Chapter 14 - Racers, Take Your Mark


The weekend is finally here and even though it’s been an exhausting week with work, getting up at all hours of the night with Billy and giving Veronica eight baths in the last three days to try and get marker off of her face, I’m excited to go to the charity event that Liz is having. And I’m not going to lie. I'm a little nervous. I’ve never been shy about sex. Ever. But since having Billy, I don’t feel sexy. Most likely from the fact that I get maybe three hours of sleep every night. But still, I think today will be good for Drew and I. The marriage counseling was a bust and the dinner with our neighbors didn’t provide us with any kind of help, so I’m hoping maybe this will do the trick. Maybe it will give me the spark I need to feel sexy and get back on the sex train. I feel bad for Drew. We used to have sex every single day, sometimes two or three times. I know he’s frustrated. I’m frustrated too. I want to want to have sex. I miss sex. I miss sex with him. I’m determined to make today a success even though all I want to do is go back to sleep.

“Okay, you’ve got your traditional rabbit, which has rotating beads and tantalizing bunny ears. According to my chart, it has a one hundred percent success rate of completion within five point three minutes,” Drew states as he looks at a page of the binder in his hand.

We’re in our bedroom with all of my vibrators spread out on the floor. Drew is determined that I win this race today so he has spent all week analyzing vibrators, making flow charts, and running diagnosis tests on them.

“Next, we have your standard silver bullet. It’s simple, straightforward, and could be our ace in the hole. Pun intended. No one would think to use the bullet because it’s so small. But this baby’s got kick, highlighted by my report of a one hundred percent success rate within two point seven minutes. I think we really need to set that one aside as a contender.”

I pick up the silver bullet and set it apart from the rest.

“I’m nervous about this race. Do you really think I have a chance to win?”

Drew closes his binder and squats down next to me at my place sitting on the floor. “Baby, you’ve got this thing in the bag. You could win this thing with your eyes closed and your arms cut off. You just have to believe.”

I nod my head and motion for him to proceed with the binder of stats.

Thirty minutes later, we’ve narrowed down our selection to the top two, which is pretty amazing considering I have no less than thirty-seven vibrators. As we pack up the rainbow of colorful objects and place them back into our suitcase of fun to slide back under our bed, I hear the front door open and close.

“Are you two soldiers ready for action today?” Andrew Senior states from our bedroom doorway.

Once again, he’s offered to babysit for us. I can’t possibly stay angry with him since it seems like this babysitting offer is going to be on the table for a long time to come.