“Pass,” is playfully injected into the convo.
“Do you want her to have you every way too?”Hope crawls onto his expression leaving it no choice except to be mirrored on mine.“Do you want us all to be together…forever?”
There’s no hesitation, vacillation, or doubt in my voice, “Sí.”
Epilogue (2)
Two Months After That…
Salay
Regattas are not myfavoriteboat activity.
But I do kind of, sort of, really fucking love this one isforme.
So to speak.
It’s really in honor of the treasure we discovered for Prince Fuckface – may he buried underneath Davy Jones Locker – whose “tragic death” along with his twin and his father’s are still trending more than I care to see.
To my surprise, no one suspects what actually happened happening.
Why?
Because Ravencroft’s very good at being crazy it seems.
Plus, capsizing is a real thing that kills people all the time.
The story wasn’tthathard to fabricate for the masses.
Especially once their so-called grieving younger sibling took ensuring that it did.
“Isn’t the ‘Under The Sea’ theme a bit too…” Garcia’s head mirthfully bounces back and forth, “…un poco obvio?”
“Miles past, my guy,” Zero cheekily chortles on a bite of cocktail shrimp.
“I know you’re dressed in theme,” our boyfriend teasingly points out at the same time he winds an arm around my lower back, “however, it is necessary toactin theme as well?Cómete unos cuantos más de esos y te convertirás en un flamenco.”
“Did you know that flamingos are actually born white or grey?!”he joyfully spews, damn near flinging cocktail sauce onto my short, red and orange tropical cowl neck maxi dress.
“Did you know that flamingos were thought of as a sign of ‘new world’ and ‘uncharted’ adventures to sailors?”I cutely retort.
“Is that whywe’redressed in this color?”Garcia slides his other arm around so that his hand can lovingly rest of Zero’s hip.“You trying to flamingo to the other guests?”
“That’s peacocking,grandpa,” escapes alongside a teasing grin.
“Te pondré sobre mi rodilla,” he salaciously threatens.
Being over his kneeisa great place to be.
Especially when it’s right at cock level for Zero.
Like when we’re on the couch.
Relaxing after a long day.
Listening to whatever animal world nonsense we couldn’t get him to stop binging.
You know, I always thought being this docked in life would be the worst thing to happen to me.