Page 87 of My Crazy Killers
“How do you want these carrots cut?” Sly asks her.
“On an angle, about a quarter inch thick.” He nods and starts slicing them, then she gives Pete more instructions. I’m not sure what they’ll be using eggs for in meatloaf, but that’s why I don't cook; I’d probably be just as bad as Pete.
They work well together, and within forty minutes, a beautifully plated meatloaf with a side of mashed potatoes, carrots, and peas is presented to me.
From the first bite, I’m moaning.
“I had no idea meatloaf could taste this good,” Dex tells her.
“To be honest, I was worried when you said meatloaf,” Pete admits. “I always remember it being a big brick of overcooked beef.”
“I’m glad you all like it,” she says happily.
“It’s excellent,” Sly agrees.
“So good,” I say before taking another bite.
After we finish, Wren presents me with a chocolate birthday cupcake with a small candle in the middle. “Happy birthday, Elias,” she says with a big smile. “Make a wish!”
I close my eyes, wish that we make it through tomorrow unscathed, then blow it out. Everyone claps, then Wren places a tray with the remaining cupcakes on the table. “Everyone dig in!” she says happily.
“Now what do we do?” she asks, looking around at eachof us. “What do you normally do at birthday parties? Dancing? Games?”
“Yes, those and drinking,” I tell her. “But if it’s up to me?” I ask, and she nods expectantly. “I think we should just call it a night and go to bed early.”
Her face drops. “You don’t want to celebrate?”
“You’ve already done a lot for me, Wren. Tomorrow is a big day, and we’re getting an early start. I think we should go to sleep early so we’re ready.”
“I think that’s wise,” Sly adds as she glances at him, her lips twisting in thought.
“Come here.” I push out my chair and beckon her closer. She stands and moves to stand between my legs, and I grip her hips as I explain. “Thank you for making me dinner and the birthday cupcakes. They were perfect. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years, and you,” I say, pulling her even closer. “You remembered what day it is, even after all these years.”
“I know all of your birth dates,” she says, glancing at the others, clearly wanting them to know she would do this for all of them.
“Why don’t you go get ready for bed, and we can fall asleep cuddling while watching a movie?”
“Oh, likecuddling,” she asks, waggling her eyebrows, making me chuckle.
“I mean, actually cuddling. I want you to get some sleep tonight,” I explain as I reach up and cup her cheek. “Anything more will tire you out.”
“You’re sure that’s what you want? It’s your birthday after all. I’ll do anything.”
“Jesus, baby,” I say, dropping my head back and squeezing my eyes shut as I try to control my arousal. Butyeah, of course I’d love to fuck her right now, but it wasn’t just us here, and chances are others would want to join, and we’d be up for hours.
“We all need sleep,” I tell her. “Now go get ready like my good girl.” I turn her and give her butt a little tap, putting her into motion.
I watch her walk into the bedroom as I start to question my decision.
“You’re stronger than I am,” Dex says with a smirk. “I can never say no to her.”
“Tomorrow has to go right,” I tell him. “We can’t risk being tired in the morning. If all goes right, we will have plenty of time for that later.”
“He’s right,” Sly says, agreeing with me. “Getting a good night's sleep is the best thing we can do to prepare for tomorrow.”
We all move to get ready for bed, and it isn’t until I’m lying down, holding Wren tightly against me, that I start to really worry about tomorrow.
Everything hinges on this plan going perfectly. I’ve tried to plan for as many contingencies as possible, but it just takes one mistake or one thing not to go as expected for everything to fall apart.
