“I told you we would make up for it,” Zeus slurs. “We have more songs for you.”
“That’s alright. I understand,” I say with a smile. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” Brett asks with a chuckle. “Are you going to take care of us, Mommy?”
“I will disown you if you ever call me Mommy again,” I say and Kaylee laughs.
“Need help?” she asks.
“Just getting them in the car,” I say. “Do you know where they live?”
“No,” she says as she grabs Brett while I grab Zeke.
“Zeke. Where do you live?” I ask.
“At home,” he chuckles.
“God,” I sigh. “I’ll just bring them to the house so they don’t choke on their puke. I don’t like funerals.”
“Aw. She loves us,” Zeke says as he wraps his arm around my waist.
“They’re like six-foot-four toddlers,” I say.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?” she asks as we walk to my car.
“Yeah, we are okay,” I say. “Go have fun. I’ll handle the kids.”
“Okay,” she laughs. I get the guys into my back seat before going around to get into the driver’s seat.
“Fancy seeing you here,” I hear a voice behind me say. When I turn, I see Fisher a few feet away.
“Fuck,” I sigh. Zeke goes to open the door and I push it closed again. “Go away, Fisher. I don’t have time for your bullshit.” I turn to get into the car, and he grabs me.
“I didn’t say you could turn away from me,” he says as he grabs me by the throat and slams me against the car. I am frozen for asecond but recover easily. I bring my knee up and hit him in the groin. He instantly hits the ground and I slip into the car and lock the doors before he gets up. The guys are so out of it that they don’t notice anything is awry until Fisher starts hitting my window.
“You’re going to fucking regret this, bitch,” Fisher yells at me.
“What’s his problem?” Zeke mumbles. I don’t think he can even tell who it is.
“He’s just being a baby,” I say vaguely as I turn the car on and shift it into reverse. I leave Fisher standing there as I drive away.
Once I got the guys to the house, I had to take them in one at a time because they’re too much to keep track of together. They’re also overly affectionate when they’re shit-faced drunk. Once I got them laid down in my room, they grabbed me and trapped me between them. They wouldn’t let go of me, so I just gave up and stayed between them.
When I woke up this morning I quietly and gently got out of bed and changed clothes before going to the kitchen.
I am standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter drinking coffee and scrolling through social media while breakfast cooks. I am making what I always make on Saturday morning, which is pancakes, bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.
“Morning,” Kaylee smiles as she comes into the kitchen.
“Morning,” I say, returning her smile. “Have fun?”
“I did. Got laid and everything,” she says.
“I got trapped in a sandwich hug. They wouldn’t let me up, so I just fell asleep,” I say.
“No one got sick?”
“I thought Zeke was going to go a few times, but he went back to sleep,” I say. “Oh… remember the guy that tried to drug me?”