Mother’s Day Snippet Sunday May 10, 2015
First of all for all the fellow mothers out there and the dads rocking the job of both mom and dad!
…continued from last week’s snippet!
“I leaned back in the tub and trapped a pocket of air between me and the tub. I ended up suction cupped to my bathtub and couldn’t get out.” He had to give her credit. She made not a sound when her mouth twitched. Her eyes, however, laughed.
“And how did you get out? You know, since you aren’t still in said bathtub today.”
“My mother.” She let loose then. Her light laugh dancing between them. Since she was already laughing, might as well go for broke, “…and my sister.”
She laughed with her whole body. Slapping her hand down on his thigh, she dropped her forehead to his shoulder. Damned if he couldn’t feel the stupid grin on his face. “You’re laughter is detrimental to my ego.”
She wiped the tears coming from her eyes, “How old were you?”
He cringed, “Sixteen.”
“Oh my God…No! You took baths at sixteen?”
“Often. I wrestled in high school and college. I had a reoccurring shoulder injury so baths were almost a daily practice.”
She looked him up and down, “So they saw you?”
He knew what she meant, but he wouldn’t make it easy for her, “Saw me what Corrine Anderson?”
“You know what I’m asking.”
“I do. I just want to hear you say it.” He smiled and waited. Unwilling to answer until she asked him the right question he cocked a brow at her.
“Oh for the love of God. Did they see your…your?”
“Dick okay! Did they see your dick?”
Every eye on the plane locked on them. Corrine’s eyes widened. She slammed a hand over her mouth.
A couple rows over a girl asked her mother, “Mommy, what’s a dick?”
“Shhh. Don’t say that word it’s naughty!” her mother replied.
“Thanks lady!” The guy next to her yelled.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” She buried her face against his chest. When he started to laugh she slapped his arm. “Don’t you laugh. Oh my God! They all heard me!”
“Yes. They did,” he said.
Her face went scarlet, “How much longer until we get there?”
He looked down at his watch, “Ten hours.”
“I’m sleeping. For all of it!” She grabbed a sweatshirt out of her bag. She balled it up and tucked next to her face as she turned to him and closed her eyes.
He pulled the sweatshirt away, “Oh…I don’t think so.”
“Give me that!”
He wedged the sweatshirt behind him against the window, “I didn’t get your most embarrassing moment.”
“Really? This didn’t qualify?”
“Well, I don’t know. Is this now your most embarrassing moment?”
Her eyes slid away. No. Definitely not her most embarrassing moment. “Now, this I have to hear.”
“This is so unfair. Now you’ll have two stories.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault you couldn’t control yourself. Don’t worry. Something tells me I’ll make a fool out of myself somehow over the next week. Then we’ll be even.”
See you all next week!