“You’ve got that game day, dude.”
“Ah, yes. Game day.” Patrick nods solemnly.
“Game day?” I love games and I might have plans but maybe I need to dramatically gasp for being excluded. “Yeah, a bunch of the farmhands are getting together for a game night at the Bunk House. Jude coordinated it.” I take a deep breath in through my nose at the mention of Jude.
“Interesting. Well, you all have fun. I’m going to enjoy my time out with my best friend and our little ones.”
“Happy birthday to you…” Mama comes around the corner, a candle speckled cake resting atop her hands. Everyone joins her and I can’t help the blush that burns my cheeks but my smile is wide, my heart full with love for everyone around the table.
Chapter Eighteen
MABEL
Me
I decided on what you all can get me for my birthday
Elle
Pretty sure getting pedicures was your birthday present?
Me
Doesn’t count. That’s tradition.
Lola
Ummmm. What do you want?
Me
Tattoos.
Paul
I’m so fucking down!
Lola
Aren’t matching tattoos a little…..silly?
Me
Who said anything about matching? I was thinking about coordinating tattoos.
Elle
If we did this, it would need to happen soon. I’m not going to be healing from a tattoo on my wedding day.
Lola
Coordinating how?
Paul
Still down.
Me