CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SIXTY-SEVEN
Friday evening — 9:36 p.m.
Honey awoke when M.J. came into the bedroom. He went into their bathroom before taking off his clothing. He crawled into bed.
“How did it go?” Honey asked.
“Good,” M.J. said. “Everyone seems in good spirits. I think it will be an interesting trip.”
“Are you mad that you aren’t going?” Honey asked.
“Mad?” M.J. asked. He leaned up on one elbow. “Not at all. I mean, it’s always hard to see them go. I hate missing out. You know? My team is off to Poland to look into an old mine and I want to be there.”
“Because that’s more fun?” Honey asked.
“Because they are my team,” M.J. said. “I also want to be here for you. You’re just getting strong enough to actually spend more time out of your chair. We need to keep working on your strength and coordination. I wouldn’t miss that for the world. Especially for an extra trip. I’m gone enough as it is.”
“You’re sure?” Honey asked.
“I’m a complicated guy,” M.J. said. “I can want to be with my team and want to be with you at the same time.”
“Sure but …” Honey said.
“No buts,” M.J. said. “Plus, I’m sure they’ll need my help from here. It’s only me and the White Boy. We need to keep things running at home and deal with all of the technical stuff.”
“You’ll be able to monitor from here,” Honey said.
“Right,” M.J. said. “They are ahead of us, so it will be some late nights and early mornings.”
“Is Chris coming here?” Honey asked using the White Boy’s given name.
“Probably,” M.J. said. “Or we’ll go to the Factory.”
“When’s his surgery?” Honey asked.
“Tomorrow,” M.J. said. “I’ll go with him but really he should be fine.”
“And you’re sure he told Yvonne that he was getting a vasectomy?” Honey asked.
“She’s been pushing him to do it,” M.J. said. “Alex said that she’s the tiniest bossiest person she’s ever met.”
“Every time she says that I wonder how much time she’s spent with you,” M.J. said.
“Hey!” Honey laughed.
“You’re mostly running that job site. Another month and it will be all yours,” M.J. said. “You’re going to college and raising Maggie while I’m off playing soldier.”
“I have a lot of help,” Honey said.
M.J. looked at Honey for a long moment.
“People ask me what it’s like to live with my wife’s family,” M.J. said.
“And?” Honey asked. “What do you say?”
“It’s really great,” M.J. said. “Sometimes, I think I’d like to have my own home. But …”
“There’s no way we’d have all of this on our salaries,” Honey said. “Fresh organic food from the gardens. Free daycare almost anytime we need it. Someone to help me. People who clean the house once a week without fail.”
M.J. nodded and leaned back.
“It’s just that idea of ‘making it,’ you know?” M.J. asked.
“Oh,” Honey sighed. “I honestly think we have it made. No need to make it.”
“Why are you unhappy here?” Honey asked, her heart racing with anxiety.
M.J. was asleep. Honey scowled at him.
She wondered how many times a man had awoken his woman with some issue that only left her awake and worried about whatever bullshit he’d brought up. She pushed him on the shoulder, and he awoke.
“Wha …?” M.J. asked.
“Are you seriously thinking of moving?” Honey asked. “Getting our own house?”
“Moving?” M.J. asked. “Why? Are you saying you want to move? Really, Honey, this is a great place for us. We have everything we need.”
Honey groaned and lay back. When she looked at him, he was grinning.
“You’re a jerk,” Honey said.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…
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