Chapter 7- Funny, how girls don’t have cooties once you grow up
“Mommy pleaseee!”
“No.”
“Pretty pretty please mommy!”
“Mary, no”
“But mommmyyy!!”
“Jesus” Trish sighed as she turned to her son with a reprimanding ‘shut–up–or–you’re–toast‘ glare.
Marvin retaliated, his adorable grey eyes turning wide and glassy with tears as he poked his lower lip out.
The boy knew how to
to play a
all of his charms. Little rogue.
My god, those puppy dog eyes though….
“Trish.” I started but Trish raised her hand to silence me clearly warning me to not defend my adorable five year old godson.
“Marvin, mommy and aunt Sophile have work and I cannot take you to Gameball. You can come with daddy tomorrow.”
Marvin shook his head in refusal little tears already spilling out from his eyes.
“But I want to go to gameball. Now!
Trish swallowed, clearly nervous and quickly losing her patience as she shot sorry looks to the walkers–by staring at us in the
street
“Mary-”
TII take him.” Aerin interrupted smiling, gently patting Marvin’s blonde head.
“Are you sure?” Trish asked guiltily, her shoulders slumping
Aerin smiled again.
“Of course. Ill bring him back once he’s done. Okay?
Trish sighed gratefully.
“Thank you Aerin. You’re a lifesaver,”
Aerin chuckled and nodded. Trish glared at her now beaming son.
“You. I’m letting you go now, but crocodile tears and tantrums better not become a habit or I’m telling daddy.”
Marvin nodded, innocently. Like, he had not given Trish hell a minute ago.
I silently laughed at the scene in front of me. Currently, Trish and I were going to Alex’s showroom for our final fitting. When Marvin saw a gaming store he threw a tantrum which was very out of character for him, right in the middle of the road. I had zero time in my schedule these days because of the wedding and Aerin had been sweet enough to come with me around LA while I went through appointments, patiently discussing the book along the way. And it was not like Aerin was not enjoying, she chatted and observed people around us as he silently developed characters out of them. She had clicked with my friends so well now, that Alex had personally invited her to the wedding and she was enjoying being a part of it.
Win–win, right?
I sincerely hoped so, plus Alex and Blake had personally requested her and Jace to come, plus she could bring anybody if she wanted to. Alex and Blake were not getting married like the typical hush–hush cliché way. The wedding had special invitees, a large number mind you because the fashion industry and showbiz included a lot of people as it is and the press was allowed after the wedding ceremony and everything. Personally, I thought it was pretty darn neat.
I watched Aerin take Marvin to Gameball.
Trish let out a breath, rubbing her temples. She seemed even more tired these days. Poor woman,
“Days like these, when he seems so impossible just makes me want to scream and question myself for being such a bad mom.”
I shook my head. Trish was a hell of a mother, it was just her busy life that got her sometimes. Everyone knew she loved her son to bits and would not hesitate to shoot the person who dared lay a finger on her baby.
“You’re being too hard on yourself, Trish. Relax, you’re a great mom.” I put an arm around my best friend’s shoulder and rubbed it
soothingly.
Trish smiled weakly as we made our way to Alex’s showroom.
I looked at the crystal chandeliers and white marble interior that screamed big bucks. Alex’s amazing creations were displayed in real looking mannequins placed behind glass cases. I personally felt oh so elite here.
Alex stopped puttering over our outfits and welcomed us.
Alex beamed.
“Thank god, you’re here. Now, shoo, go get yourself in these.”
I smiled at him and carried my dress to the changing room. The dress I was wearing was a tux with a more feminine touch, it was Alex’s personal creation, all the dresses being worn by the ushers and best men were. It looked damn good on me too, it was made in such a way that it hugged each curve of my body, accentuating it more the collar was wide and more feminine and it was comfortable than any dress out there. Plus, you wouldn’t catch any “best man‘ wearing a dress.
The other ‘ushers soon arrived and the fitting carried on. Dave too joined us later after his work finished to meet his wife.
We were all chatting when Aerin arrived with a very grumpy Marvin.
“What happened champ?” Dave offered after looking at Marvin’s scrunched face.
Marvin just stayed put and glared daggers at air.
“What happened to him?” Blake asked.
Averin shrugged, looking helpless.
1 don’t know, he was playing a videogame, enjoying himself and all when some girl came and asked him if she could play and he agreed and got off, she hugged him thankfully and bam! He got all mad at her and stormed off. I seriously don’t get it.”
Weird. I quirked an eyebrow at my godson.
“What happened Mary?”
Marvin pouted.
“I have cooties.”
Trish’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
“What?”
Marvin frowned.
“That girl hugged me mommy Girls have cooties, she gave me cooties!” he complained, sounding so adorably devastated.
Oh. My. God.
I bit my tongue to avoid myself from laughing out loud, but I guess, everybody found themselves in my position.
Trish crouched down to her son’s height.
“Peanut, you don’t have cootles. Girls don’t have cooties. I’m a girl and I hug you
di hug you all the time.”
“But, you’re a big girl!” Marvin retorted clearly not satisfied with his mom’s answer, pouting more.
Aw, he’s too cute. I might just hug the life out the little munchkin.
“Peanut, you don’t have cootles Girls, don’t have cooties,they’re as wonderful of human beings as you are. Trish promised.
“Pinky promise?”
Trish chuckled and locked her little finger with her son’s.
“Pinky promise.”
“Treat them with respect okay?”
Marvin beamed and nodded, turning on his heels, racing to grab a muffin, already forgetting about the incident.
“Funny, how girls don’t have cootles once you grow up. I’ll see if he complains about cooties once he hits his teens” Dave commented earning laughter from everybody except Trish
Trish shook her head, frowning.
“I’d rather not imagine the day when he starts chasing short skirts.. I prefer my baby like this.”
“Too bad they grow up.” Aerin added.
I smiled at my friends. Everything was sailing and normal. I didn’t have the heart to tell them what was bothering me these days
Ryan
After that freaky gift incident, I had put in a lot of thought about telling Alex and Trish but Trish was busy with her schedule as it
is and Alex had his wedding to pull off. I just could not be afford to be selfish enough to drop my problems on them when they
were needed the least.
I’d tell them when the time was right
I guess?
“You. Are. Nuts.” I laughed.
“Hey! It was for a good cause. Austin’s defensive voice came from the other end of the line.
1 laughed harder, till the sides of my stomach hurt.
“Yeah, if you think giving wrong assumptions to people that you sleep with your sultry great aunt is a good cause then be it.”
“Fine
you’re
mocking me and when you put it like that, I sound-”
“Insane.” I completed and burst out laughing again.
Austin had narrated a rather ridiculous incident that had occurred recently. Apparently one of his friend/colleague’s wife found some piece of lingerie in her husband’s car and like a typical spitfire she came barging in the restraunt, causing a scene, ready to whip fireballs and Austin being the awesome boss/friend that he is stepped in between the spur of moment and very stupidly blurted that he had borrowed his car for an emergency and the lingerie belonged to his great aunt. What possessed him to say that, I have no idea. Hell, I won’t spew that s**t and considering how unfiltered my mouth is, that is a big thing
“Honestly, why would you say that it belonged to your great aunt? Jeez.”
“I don’t know, I kinda wanted to save him and also I didn’t want her to create a scene at the restruant…..I mean I blurted out whatever nonsense I could think at that time. God, the look that woman gave me after that screamed disgust and horror”
I laughed. It was good to hear that someone so high and mighty could be so…normal and cringe–worthy.
Rich and famous people could be ridiculous too sometimes.
“I guess I’m not the only person the cringe fairy strikes.”
“Hmm, who knows? maybe you rubbed off on me.”
I fake–gasped.
“Mr Rich Pants! Did you just mock me?”
Austin chuckled.
“Alright, I’m kidding”
“You better.” I muttered.
Austin chuckled.
“Anyway, what are your plans for this week Mr. Rich Pants? I asked frowning at the chipped red polish on my nails. Oh well as it
is Trish was dragging to a ridiculously expensive salon for a mani–pedi next week, might as well use it.
“Nothing much, work and all you know. But next week I guess I might be going somewhere, my best friend and his wife were mentioning something. Wedding? Part? I dunno some event. Anyway, how is the wedding coming by?”
I smiled as I played with a lock of my dark hair between my fingers.
“Pretty great, everything’s coming together beautifully. But Alex asked me to sing for the wedding and arranged some vocal coaching for me, I’m pretty nervous about that. I mean I’m not that great you know, plus if it’s me, stuff could go horribly wrong”
“You’ll do fine, cupcake.”
“Yeah-“Tango’s bark interrupted me, he trotted inside my room with his leash hanging from his mouth.
I scratched the beagle’s ear’s
1know, it’s walking time.” I smiled at him as I clicked the leash onto his collar.
“Hey, Austin, I’ll catch up with you later. It’s time for Tango’s walk.”
“Yeah sure, and Sophia?
“Yeah?”
“Don’t stress about the singing thing. I have a feeling you sing great, you wanna know why?
“Why?”
“Because, I love your voice cupcake.”
Damn, why is my heart beating faster?
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