Troubles and Treats (Chocolate Lovers #3)(60)

“Please don’t ask my parents about sex at the dinner table. I’m trying to eat here!” I whisper to Drew.

“I’m still trying to get over the fact that my penis put you to sleep!” Drew argues back in a loud whisper.

Luckily, my dad had got distracted by Billy spitting up in his arms and the question is forgotten. I don’t want to have to hear anything that has the words “my parents” and “sex” in the same sentence, but I kind of wish I would have heard my dad’s answer. I cannot possibly be the only woman who has fallen asleep during a hand job.

“Ma, what kind of seafood did you stuff this thing with? It’s amazing,” Drew tells her.

“A little crab and some lobster. I wanted to put salmon in it, but I’m confused by salmon. I mean, what part of the fish is salmon cut from? I asked the guy at the fish market but he didn’t know either. I wonder if salmon is a fancy word for stomach or fin. They should just call it stomach or fin. All these different words for things are weird,” she explains.

We finish dinner and then move into the living room for coffee.

My dad puts a blanket down on the floor for Billy and is sitting next to him making funny faces.

“Gammy, I feel pukey. Your food sucks,” Veronica tells her.

“That’s nice, dear!” my mom replies as she pats her on the head.

“Do you really not feel well, sweetie?” I ask as I lift her up onto my lap and feel her forehead.

“I shoulda never, never ate Gammy’s clam,” Veronica tells me, resting her head on my shoulder.

“There are so many things wrong with that statement,” Drew whispers.

We spend a few more minutes chatting with my parents until Veronica starts crying that her tummy hurts. We pack up the kids and head home, but not before Drew tells my dad to buy low, sell high and to watch his bottom line before the market closes or the risk capital will be higher than the profit sharing.

My dad shakes Drew’s hand and tells him that without him, he and my mom would be broke.

Dew asks me to drive home because all of a sudden he feels funny. I swear sometimes the sickness in our family works through osmouses. You know, where one person is sick and a mouse walks by and gets the sickness and then passes it on to someone else by sitting on their head? Halfway home Drew starts groaning and clutching his stomach.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Oh Jesus, your mom’s clam made me sick,” he mutters.

He moans for a few more seconds until he realizes what he just said and laughs through his pain.

“Your mom’s clam was delicious, but now, your mom’s clam is vicious!” Drew laughs before suddenly bending over and hugging his stomach.

It’s my turn to groan now as I turn onto our street.

“Seriously, stop saying that. It’s freaking me out,” I complain as I pull into the driveway.

“Your mom’s clam was smooth going down, but now I’m regretting swallowing it,” he mutters with a laugh.

“Shut up!” I warn him as I pull into the driveway.

“At least it wasn’t bearded. I’d be choking on curly hairs right now. Your mom’s clam was as clean as a baby’s bottom!”

As soon as I shut off the car and open the door, Drew leans out of his side and pukes all over the driveway.

“Oh my God! Your mom’s clam was infected!” he yells and laughs in between dry heaves.

I get the kids out of the car and walk into the house without him, happy to just let him puke alone in the driveway.





Chapter 25 – Drop and Give Me Fifty


“It’s time to turn you boys into men,” my dad states, standing in front of the fireplace with his arms crossed in front of him. He gives Carter, Jim, and I each a stern look.

“Hey, I’m man enough,” Carter complains while Jim nods in agreement.

“Yeah, me too. It’s f*ck face here who needs work,” Jim says, pointing in my direction.

“Fuck you,” I complain, punching Jim in the shoulder.

“GET IN THE KITCHEN AND MAKE ME A CHICKEN POT PIE, BITCH!” Jim yells at me.

“Seriously, f*ck off!”

“Hey, I’m just getting you prepared for this challenge and getting your wife back,” Jim explains with a shrug.

Carter had called me last weekend once we were finally un-grounded and were allowed talk to each other again. Claire spilled the beans to him about how Jenny has been feeling lately and Carter wanted to give me a head’s up. Of course, Claire swore him to secrecy and told him she’d never give him another blow job again if he told me, so Carter obviously threatened my life if I said anything to Jenny about it.

I spent all week trying to be a better husband, but I had no idea what the f*ck I was doing or how to be better since I thought I was pretty f*cking awesome to begin with. I made sure to remember to put the toilet seat down and the cap back on the toothpaste and when Jenny never commented on it, I brought it up to her and asked if it made her happy. She told me I was an idiot and walk out of the room.

That led to me calling my dad and asking him for help.

I had told Jenny I was helping my dad put together a bookcase and we all met at Liz and Jim’s house while she was out grocery shopping with the kids. Jim had said she was taking the girls over to have lunch with her parents after, so we should have plenty of time to get this done without anyone knowing about it.