Bubbles
Joey walked through the mud room and slipped off her shoes by the door before making her way into the house. She placed her purse on the counter by the stove and surveyed the kitchen. Her fists clenched involuntarily and slowly, but methodically her mind devised a plan on how to commit the perfect murder.
She had only been gone for five hours and in that brief amount of time, Pacey had managed to turn her perfectly pristine house into what appeared to be a war zone. The newspaper was shredded and strewn all over the floor, leaving black ink dust all over her white linoleum. Dishes were scattered all over the counter, not in the sink or dishwasher where they belonged. Three half empty jars of baby food lay on their side and most of the contents had spilled on the counter, and along with the spoon, congealed to the Formica. She picked up the cap to the milk and realized he had been drinking straight from the carton again, even though she was convinced she broke him of that habit years ago.
Sneaky bastard she thought to herself.
Toys lay haphazardly in the living room, the basket they belonged in next to the sofa was of course empty. A used diaper sat on the coffee table not in the trash can, and to put the cherry on top of the sundae named after her soon to be dead husband, the dog jubilantly chewed on one of her brand new running shoes.
She ran her hands through her hair, counted to ten and eased up the steps. With each footfall she contemplated how best to off him. By the time she reached the landing, abstinence seemed the best likely choice. She wouldnt be charged with manslaughter if he hurled himself in front of a speeding train to relieve the tension. Pacey couldnt last a week without sex and he would never cheat on her. She decided to make it as painful as possible by ordering the lingerie he dog eared in the Victoria Secret catalogue.
She continued to plot Paceys torture, but her thoughts were diverted by muffled sounds from down the hall. Light escaped through the bathroom door and she stepped to peek through it, unnoticed by its occupants. She suppressed a chuckle as Pacey and Brianna sported matching shampoo induced Mohawks. She gently pushed the door open slightly further, but cringed as it squeaked although it did not reveal her presence to her bathing beauties. She strained to hear the conversation between her husband and one-year-old daughter and wished she hadnt left the digital camera downstairs.
So as I was saying before you went into your soliloquy about bubbles, I was telling you about what kind of men you will be allowed to date. Did I mention the rules? No? Well, you cant date until the fourteenth anniversary of your sixteenth birthday.
Brianna began another diatribe of gurgles and Pacey corrected her. No, Wilburs the guy, Eds the horse. Anyway, I have first right of refusal and all veto power over your mother.
Brianna argued strongly by slapping her hands on the water and kicking her feet.
Joey covered her mouth to silence her laughter.
I know, I know, it may seem extreme, but I remember what guys are like when theyre sixteen. I was one of those guys. If you ever meet a guy like me, I advise you to run for the hills. No good can come of it. Just ask your mother.
Brianna looked at him intently as he rinsed her hair.
Speaking of the woman that sired you. If you turn out to be half the woman, wife, and mother she is, the man you fall in love with will be incredibly lucky. Dont get me wrong, I have faith that youll become a perfect creature just like her. Its just that half of your genes come from me, so thats cause for concern.
Joey bit her lip and nodded unwittingly, but her smile betrayed her thoughts as Pacey turned on the shower hose and rinsed the soap off himself.
Okay munchkin, lets get you dried off. I have to get you to sleep and clean up the mess you made downstairs before your mother gets home and decides to make my funeral arrangements. Pacey unhooked the belt from her bath seat and pulled the drain stop. He reached for his daughter and stepped out of the tub.
Joey swallowed hard at the sight of his naked form as he wrapped their daughter in her pink hooded towel and dried her off with loving care. She watched as Brianna patted his face and smiled as he placed quick, smacking kisses all over her cheeks. He took the brush and deftly smoothed her hair, then placed her on the changing table and applied powder and lotion before dressing her in a diaper and onesy.
Joey stepped back and quietly retreated downstairs. She smiled and began to clean up the kitchen and living room, all previous thoughts of killing her husband long forgotten.
An hour later he sheepishly sat beside her on the sofa. He sighed heavily and prepared his apology, but was cut off by her lips on his.
Thank you, she whispered, then lay her head on his shoulder.
I think thats my line, he said, slightly stunned by her gesture. Im sorry about the mess.
It happens, she shrugged.
Okay, what gives? He eyed her suspiciously.
What do you mean? She retorted, mocking innocence.
Nothing, he said as he wrapped his arm around her and ran his fingers up her arm. He decided to accept the clemency she granted.
If she werent my daughter, Id be a little jealous, she offered.
Jealous of what? He asked through a smile, then kissed her temple.
Having you all to herself while youre naked and wet, she responded in a sweet sexy voice.
With that said, he was on his feet and racing up the steps, dragging her along. Bubbles is my middle name, baby.
Joey walked through the mud room and slipped off her shoes by the door before making her way into the house. She placed her purse on the counter by the stove and surveyed the kitchen. Her fists clenched involuntarily and slowly, but methodically her mind devised a plan on how to commit the perfect murder.
She had only been gone for five hours and in that brief amount of time, Pacey had managed to turn her perfectly pristine house into what appeared to be a war zone. The newspaper was shredded and strewn all over the floor, leaving black ink dust all over her white linoleum. Dishes were scattered all over the counter, not in the sink or dishwasher where they belonged. Three half empty jars of baby food lay on their side and most of the contents had spilled on the counter, and along with the spoon, congealed to the Formica. She picked up the cap to the milk and realized he had been drinking straight from the carton again, even though she was convinced she broke him of that habit years ago.
Sneaky bastard she thought to herself.
Toys lay haphazardly in the living room, the basket they belonged in next to the sofa was of course empty. A used diaper sat on the coffee table not in the trash can, and to put the cherry on top of the sundae named after her soon to be dead husband, the dog jubilantly chewed on one of her brand new running shoes.
She ran her hands through her hair, counted to ten and eased up the steps. With each footfall she contemplated how best to off him. By the time she reached the landing, abstinence seemed the best likely choice. She wouldnt be charged with manslaughter if he hurled himself in front of a speeding train to relieve the tension. Pacey couldnt last a week without sex and he would never cheat on her. She decided to make it as painful as possible by ordering the lingerie he dog eared in the Victoria Secret catalogue.
She continued to plot Paceys torture, but her thoughts were diverted by muffled sounds from down the hall. Light escaped through the bathroom door and she stepped to peek through it, unnoticed by its occupants. She suppressed a chuckle as Pacey and Brianna sported matching shampoo induced Mohawks. She gently pushed the door open slightly further, but cringed as it squeaked although it did not reveal her presence to her bathing beauties. She strained to hear the conversation between her husband and one-year-old daughter and wished she hadnt left the digital camera downstairs.
So as I was saying before you went into your soliloquy about bubbles, I was telling you about what kind of men you will be allowed to date. Did I mention the rules? No? Well, you cant date until the fourteenth anniversary of your sixteenth birthday.
Brianna began another diatribe of gurgles and Pacey corrected her. No, Wilburs the guy, Eds the horse. Anyway, I have first right of refusal and all veto power over your mother.
Brianna argued strongly by slapping her hands on the water and kicking her feet.
Joey covered her mouth to silence her laughter.
I know, I know, it may seem extreme, but I remember what guys are like when theyre sixteen. I was one of those guys. If you ever meet a guy like me, I advise you to run for the hills. No good can come of it. Just ask your mother.
Brianna looked at him intently as he rinsed her hair.
Speaking of the woman that sired you. If you turn out to be half the woman, wife, and mother she is, the man you fall in love with will be incredibly lucky. Dont get me wrong, I have faith that youll become a perfect creature just like her. Its just that half of your genes come from me, so thats cause for concern.
Joey bit her lip and nodded unwittingly, but her smile betrayed her thoughts as Pacey turned on the shower hose and rinsed the soap off himself.
Okay munchkin, lets get you dried off. I have to get you to sleep and clean up the mess you made downstairs before your mother gets home and decides to make my funeral arrangements. Pacey unhooked the belt from her bath seat and pulled the drain stop. He reached for his daughter and stepped out of the tub.
Joey swallowed hard at the sight of his naked form as he wrapped their daughter in her pink hooded towel and dried her off with loving care. She watched as Brianna patted his face and smiled as he placed quick, smacking kisses all over her cheeks. He took the brush and deftly smoothed her hair, then placed her on the changing table and applied powder and lotion before dressing her in a diaper and onesy.
Joey stepped back and quietly retreated downstairs. She smiled and began to clean up the kitchen and living room, all previous thoughts of killing her husband long forgotten.
An hour later he sheepishly sat beside her on the sofa. He sighed heavily and prepared his apology, but was cut off by her lips on his.
Thank you, she whispered, then lay her head on his shoulder.
I think thats my line, he said, slightly stunned by her gesture. Im sorry about the mess.
It happens, she shrugged.
Okay, what gives? He eyed her suspiciously.
What do you mean? She retorted, mocking innocence.
Nothing, he said as he wrapped his arm around her and ran his fingers up her arm. He decided to accept the clemency she granted.
If she werent my daughter, Id be a little jealous, she offered.
Jealous of what? He asked through a smile, then kissed her temple.
Having you all to herself while youre naked and wet, she responded in a sweet sexy voice.
With that said, he was on his feet and racing up the steps, dragging her along. Bubbles is my middle name, baby.
Creek Dweeb # 41: Because I Remember Everything... No Seriously EVERYTHING!!!
