Next weekend is mine, Dollface. He uses an old nickname loaded with bad memories but when I look at his face there's no malevolence in it, just hope. He's sure that by commanding me to appear that I might consider it, that I may fulfill his birthday wishes with my submission to his gentle orders.
I nod noncommittally. I'm busy watching the figure skating. We just got home from a snowy, empty before-lunch showing of Black Panther and I'm still thinking about what a great movie it was, from the light humour to the crazy action, future tech and gorgeous clothing. I'd like to go see it again.
And now my brain is filled with twizzles, jumps and bright lights as the gala is on live television right now and we watched every single figure skating program throughout the past two weeks and I loved every second of it. So this is a thing for me, just me and isn't about the boys and so I resent Caleb's intrusion demanding time and promises right this second but I'm trying to be kind nonetheless.
It's a date. I'll let Lochlan know.
I will. Please. It's a warning. If Caleb crows maybe I'll change my mind.
Fine. Have him confirm with me.
I'm a timeshare. Classy.
I'll see you later. I stare him down. There's a Russian couple skating that I barely remember.
He kisses me. Indeed. I have some great plans for us.
On the point, I hope.
Of course.
No surprise trips. Henry needs me. He's having a tough week, health-wise too and I like to give him extra support and everything else can kiss my ass.
No surprise trips. I understand. Caleb still feels responsible for Henry and agrees . Enjoy your...whatever they're doing.
It's the gala exhibition skate. They get to do whatever they want. Let loose after all of the competition is complete.
Ah. I see.
You're not a sports-person.
I play hockey.
Right. You're not a sports-person. I wink at him. Get out so I can watch my show. It's live!
Love you, Bridget.
I bite my tongue.
I nod noncommittally. I'm busy watching the figure skating. We just got home from a snowy, empty before-lunch showing of Black Panther and I'm still thinking about what a great movie it was, from the light humour to the crazy action, future tech and gorgeous clothing. I'd like to go see it again.
And now my brain is filled with twizzles, jumps and bright lights as the gala is on live television right now and we watched every single figure skating program throughout the past two weeks and I loved every second of it. So this is a thing for me, just me and isn't about the boys and so I resent Caleb's intrusion demanding time and promises right this second but I'm trying to be kind nonetheless.
It's a date. I'll let Lochlan know.
I will. Please. It's a warning. If Caleb crows maybe I'll change my mind.
Fine. Have him confirm with me.
I'm a timeshare. Classy.
I'll see you later. I stare him down. There's a Russian couple skating that I barely remember.
He kisses me. Indeed. I have some great plans for us.
On the point, I hope.
Of course.
No surprise trips. Henry needs me. He's having a tough week, health-wise too and I like to give him extra support and everything else can kiss my ass.
No surprise trips. I understand. Caleb still feels responsible for Henry and agrees . Enjoy your...whatever they're doing.
It's the gala exhibition skate. They get to do whatever they want. Let loose after all of the competition is complete.
Ah. I see.
You're not a sports-person.
I play hockey.
Right. You're not a sports-person. I wink at him. Get out so I can watch my show. It's live!
Love you, Bridget.
I bite my tongue.