Prompted by: Uhhh…me. Yeah.
The crazy author says: Oh, man. I thought nobody wanted to play last week and then this week I was like, 🎶 All by myself, don’t wanna beee all by myselfff anymorrre 🎶 and then I was like, 🤬!🤬!🤬!
My posts were set to “Private” so only I could seem them 😕 and here I was worried y’all were getting sick of poor, innocent Twitch 😅
(Song credit goes to Eric Carmen or Celine Dion if you don’t know who the heck Eric Carmen is 🤣)
Shrugging again, I turn to leave.
Because rule number one of poking bears is to not stick around after poking the bear. I learned that particular lesson the hard way.
“Damn it, Sid…” his voice cracks.
Sure, I could choose to be an asshole, but I won’t.
Because rule number two of poking bears is to not actually hurt the bear. I’ve learned that the hard way as well.
Instead, I pause in the doorway and spill the beans, “It was a cat. We rescued a peanut butter-loving cat, okay?”
Twitch doesn’t reply.
Behind me, the shower curtain rustles, followed by the sound of running water. In front of me, Noah is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, having neatly unpacked the contents of our first aid kit. “Wow, you did a great job.”
He flashes me a wide, toothy smile, which disintegrates into another huge yawn. Poor kid can hardly keep his eyes open.
As I take a seat and pull him onto my lap, Noah practically falls into my arms. Out like a light. Leaning against the headboard, I gently stroke his hair and start to hum a little tune. I’m a shit singer and my son hates lullabies, so Aerosmith gets the nod tonight.
I’m not even halfway through when Twitch emerges from the bathroom. Dripping wet. Wearing nothing but a towel.
Nothing. But. A. Damn. Towel.
“That was quick,” I whisper.
Cupping both hands over his mouth, Twitch blows into his palms and rubs them together. Then he bends down to caress Noah’s cheek before flashing me a wide, toothy smile.
Like father, like son.
I’m so screwed.
“It was cold too,” he says.
I’m so incredibly screwed.
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
Make suggestions below. 7 words or less.
I like this sweet little family
Prompt suggestion
I’m so excited its almost Christmas!
Living with Screwed
No wonder we couldn’t see your post. lol
As for the prompt: Mom, does he always sleep that way?
You realize I haven’t been getting your emails for weeks now? :p
I dropped you an email too, I actually thought you stopped writing weekly stories :/
But then I came here and saw you’ve released three more parts :'( WHY is this happening to me
Prompt: “Did you really kill him?”