Page 81 of Toxic Wishes
“Trust me, you don’t want to wait around for him. He’s…on a mission.” He says.
I shake my head. “Of course he is, that boy never stops. Okay, so when do you plan on leaving?”
“As soon as they cut the cake.”
“Dang, okay, old man,” I say with slight sarcasm. I know Colt was older than me. I haven’t done the math to know exactly how much older, but I remembered his mom said he was approaching thirty.
“I still have to think about Bodie.”
“You told me on the drive here your mom said he could stay there for the night.”
“Ya, I know, but I feel guilty. My mom is getting older and is already my go-to person when I’m traveling and swamped during football season. She watches him enough.”
“I’m sure your mom loves the company, besides, she seems like she loves kids. So I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”
“Are you trying to convince me to stay?” His tone softened and a small Smile builds. And if my heart doesn’t stop beating so damn fast at the sight of him, I will need to walk away.
“She does love kids, though. You have no idea. She gives me shit about Bodie being the only child all the time and how he’s going to be one of those weird kids if I don’t give him another sibling soon.”
“Well..” I say tipping my head to the side.
“Don’t you start?”
“I’m kidding. I have a sister, but we grew apart, so that’s not true. Siblings are unpredictable. Never know what kind of relationship they’ll have or if they’ll have one at all.”
“Tell that to my mom.” He takes a generous sip of his drink.
I chuckle lightly. “She’s just old-fashioned. Most people had like five or six kids in her days.”
“Do you want that many?”
“No.” I shake my head vigorously.
“You don’t like kids?”
“No, I love kids. But I would be happy with one. Two tops. As long as they were both boys.”
“Why only boys?” He takes a sip, eyeing me over the rim of his drink.
Because I wouldn’t have to worry about the cruel world making her feel ugly or not good enough growing up like I did.
“Boys are fun,” I say with a shrug.
The music shuts off, and I’m sure this is the part where they make their toasts and then serve the cake.
“Finally, I think they are about to serve the cake,” Colt says as if he read my mind.
“I’m going to use the restroom. I’ll see you over there.” I tell Colt as I get up from my chair.
“Okay, ya.” He sips his drink, and I watch him walk to the reception area. God, how can a man's back be that perfectly sculpted?
Seriously, the world was so unfair.
The bathrooms were inside the chapel area, so I had to hurry before I peed my pants. Rushing to the stalls, I opened the door, closed it, and locked it as if my life depended on it. I took my time scrolling on my phone and was in no hurry to return. I heard the doors open, and immediately, I could tell it was a posse of girls roaming through.
“I think that one picture turned out great.”
“The one by the waterfall? Oh ya, that one will be the best of all of us.” A familiar voice says.