Page 7 of The Champion
“Jimi, were you out here with Charlie earlier tonight?” Iasked him after he put his junk away. I had no desire to see my father-in-law’scamshaft.
“Yep!” Jimi replied with a grin slinging his arm aroundCharlie.
At the same exact moment, they both turned to look at oneof our palm trees as though it said their name.
“Oh my—”
Jameson groaned. “They’re fucking high, aren’t they?”
“Appears that way,” I answered with a giggle of my own.This was funny to me.
“Hey,” Charlie turned to Jimi. “Do you think there’s anyof that dip left?” he asked as Jimi helped him up the steps leading into thekitchen.
Jameson shook his head. “Could this night get any worse?I told you this was a bad idea, Sway.”
“Jameson.”
He turned sharply on his heel. “Don’t Jameson me anddon’t give me that face.” He told me matter-of-factly. “Listen to me nexttime.”
“Jameson, shut up.” I shook my head slowly walking overto the patio table to pick up the beer bottles scattered around.
“Don’t tell me to shut up.”
“I just did.”
“Well...don’t”
“Are we really going to argue about this?” I spun aroundon my own heel to face him.
“Yes,” he began and then stopped when I looked up at him.“I’m going to get a beer.” He mumbled retreating.
He was right—this was a bad idea, maybe even a horribleidea. So far this evening Logan spilled fruit punch on our living room floor.Aiden had knocked over an entire carton of milk in the kitchen. Jimi and Nancyhad, at some point, had sex on our table. Spencer told Jameson to suck his dick,twice. Charlie and Jimi were high and laughing while currently enjoying thedeserts and Lane was making money off everyone and their potty mouths.
When I walked back into the kitchen where Alley, Spencer,and Jameson were standing, I was met with Jimi and Charlie laughinguncontrollably.
“This is too funny,” Alley reached for her camera on thecounter. “I have to get some pictures.”
Jameson left the room while Alley took pictures. I had halfa mind to lock myself in the bathroom for the rest of the night.
Another hour later, Jameson finally returned with anarmful of beer cans that I assumed he, Justin, and Tommy had drunk. He shuffledthrough the kitchen, placing the beer cans in the recycling can, his shouldersslumped forward and a set scowl on his face, grumbling something no one couldunderstood. The French doors leading out to the patio slammed behind him.
“What’s his problem?” Spencer asked walking in withAiden.
“He just doesn’t like you guys...” I shrugged. “that’s all.”
“Did you know Dana is their neighbor?” Emma asked Alley,giggling. Just then, Jameson walked back inside, his cheeks flushed from thecool air or his annoyance.
“No shit?” Spencer laughed. “That’s awesome.”
“Fuck off.” Jameson told him and walked upstairs.
“Geez, what the hell is his problem?” Emma balked.
It was only Christmas Eve. Just imagine tomorrow with allof us and presents involved. It may have been too much but it’d been a whilesince I laughed this much.
Laying there in bed, I realized that I might have overdone the whole “up on my feet” thing these last few days becausenow, asI laid there, I was feeling it. My back was aching, I was cramping, my legshurt and I had to pee, badly.
From around twenty weeks pregnant, I’d been on restrictedbed-rest due to pre-term labor. Being up on my feet wasn’t exactly what wasallowed.
