Page 118 of Clint & Ivy
“Just knock it off, so we don’t scare the locals.”
“These people live pathetic lives,” Cher insisted. “We’re giving them a fun story to tell at Bible study. They might even pray for our damned souls.”
Xandy and Moe looked around and shook their heads before the former insisted, “We don’t want to be prayed over.”
“Should I threaten them?” Sabrina suggested, waiting for Rock to lose his temper.
“I’m ignoring you.”
“Well, fuck,” Sabrina grumbled as she finally sat down. “Seems like you could have done that earlier instead of butting in where you weren’t needed.”
“Yeah,” Cher added. “It’s not like you’re going to move into the Sorority House to prevent us from fighting later.”
“All good points,” Rowdy said and sighed. “So, am I putting a baby in Cher or not?”
Sabrina grunted, “No.”
Cher smiled at Rowdy. “Maybe you can put one in Stevie and one in me. We can have our babies together.”
“That’s a big fat no,” Sabrina said and stood up to threaten Cher again.
Vanessa leaned back in her chair and sighed. “Why can’t Rock knock up one of the twins? I bet he’d make a pretty baby.”
“Oh, so, now, Rock’s stealing one of my baby mamas?” Rowdy demanded and slammed his hand on the table.
As our guys from the other table glanced over, Cher shook her head. “I’m not interested in humping a bully. Rock needs to stop begging for my attention, but he’s free to knock up Stevie.”
“I’d give you a kid,” Farley said to Cher, full of sincerity. “I think you’d be a good mom.”
Cher glanced at Sabrina before shrugging. “Fine, I’ll have a baby with Farley and leave Rowdy alone.”
“Why are all my baby mamas ditching me?” Rowdy asked me.
“Your sisters are cockblockers,” I answered, winning an eye roll from Rock who wanted us to shut up. “They’ll never let you knock up a woman. Bebe’s only getting one grandkid, apparently.”
“Speaking of terrible sisters,” Sabrina said and frowned at me. “Why wasn’t Elle with us?”
“She was tired.”
“So was I,” Cher muttered and rested her head on the table.
“You’re always tired,” Rowdy replied. “I think you need more Vitamin D.”
“He’s right,” Sabrina said, instantly changing the subject. “You eat garbage and never go out during the day. You’re like a vampire without the sex appeal or slick powers.”
Eyeing the pickles flicked off her burger, Cher sneered at Sabrina, “I’m going to shove this pile of pickles up your ass using a forklift.”
“Like you could keep me still long enough for that.”
“I might be willing to help,” Rowdy said with his mouth full. “You’re a cockblocking troublemaker who won’t let me make babies with crazy women.”
“Keep your dick holstered,” Sabrina hissed, making Vanessa smile. “You will find someone like Mom, or I will cut off your dick and feed it to Truvy.”
“Your dog can’t handle my dick. She’s a prissy bitch.”
Sabrina gasped, making everyone laugh. I chuckled, too, since she truly believed her runt of the litter was a badass.
“This is why I don’t have breakfast with you people,” Rock grumbled.
