danced around the room to Britney Spears.
Shepley burst into laughter. “I know, brother, but looks like the stripping happened before we got here.”
It was a train wreck. My face screwed into disgust as I watched Trenton bump and grind his way across the room—even though I didn’t want to. Everyone in the room was cheering him on.
Cardboard cutouts of tits were hanging from the ceiling, and there was even a booby cake on a table next to my dad. I’d been to several bachelor parties before, and this one had to win some
sort of a freak prize.
“Hey,” Trenton said, breathless and sweaty. He pulled a few yellow strands of fake hair from his face.
“Did you lose a bet?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, I did.”
Taylor and Tyler were across the room, slapping their knees and laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
I slapped Trenton’s ass. “You look hot, bro.”
“Thanks,” he said. The music started and he shook his hips at me. I pushed him away, and, undeterred, he danced across the room to entertain the crowd.
I looked at Shepley. “I can’t wait to watch you explain this to Abby.”
He smiled. “She’s your wife. You do it.”
For the next four hours, we drank, and talked, and watched Trenton make a complete ass out of himself. My dad, as expected, cut out early. He, along with my other brothers, had a plane to catch.
We were all flying to St. Thomas in the morning for the renewal of my vows.
For the last year, Abby tutored, and I did some personal training at the local gym. We’d managed to save a little after school costs, rent, and the car payment to fly to St. Thomas and
stay a few days in a nice hotel. We had plenty of things the money could have gone to, but America kept talking about it and wouldn’t let us drop the idea. Then when America’s parents
presented us with the wedding gift/America’s birthday present/anniversary gift, we tried to say no, but America was insistent.
“All right, boys. I’m going to be hurtin’ in the morning if I don’t call it a night.”
Everyone groaned and taunted me with words like
whipped
and
pussy,
but the truth was they were all used to the new, tamer Travis Maddox. I hadn’t put my fist to
someone’s face in almost a year.
I yawned, and Shepley punched me in the shoulder. “Let’s go.”
We drove in silence. I wasn’t sure what Shepley was thinking about, but I couldn’t fucking wait to see my wife. She’d left the day before, and that was the first time
we’d been apart since we’d been married.
Shepley pulled up to the apartment and shut off the car. “Front door service, loser.”
“Admit it. You miss it.”
“The apartment? Yeah, a little. But I miss you fighting and us making shit tons of money more.”
“Yeah. I do sometimes, too. See you in the morning.”
“Pick you up right back here at six thirty.”
“Later.”
Shepley drove away while I slowly climbed the steps, searching for the apartment key. I hated coming home when Abby wasn’t here. There was nothing worse after we met, and it was the same
now. Maybe even more miserable because Shepley and America weren’t even there to annoy me.
I pushed in the key and opened the door, locking it behind me and tossing my wallet onto the breakfast bar. I had already taken Toto to the pet hotel to be boarded while we were gone. It was too
fucking quiet. I sighed. The apartment had changed a lot in the last year. The posters and bar signs had come down, and pictures of us and paintings went up. It was no longer a bachelor pad, but it
was a good trade.
I went into my bedroom, stripped down to my Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and climbed into the bed, burying myself under the blue and green floral comforter—something else that would have
never seen the inside of this apartment had Abby not had a hand in it. I pulled her pillow over and rested my head on it. It smelled like her.
The clock read 2:00 AM. I would be with her in twelve hours.
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Shepley burst into laughter. “I know, brother, but looks like the stripping happened before we got here.”
It was a train wreck. My face screwed into disgust as I watched Trenton bump and grind his way across the room—even though I didn’t want to. Everyone in the room was cheering him on.
Cardboard cutouts of tits were hanging from the ceiling, and there was even a booby cake on a table next to my dad. I’d been to several bachelor parties before, and this one had to win some
sort of a freak prize.
“Hey,” Trenton said, breathless and sweaty. He pulled a few yellow strands of fake hair from his face.
“Did you lose a bet?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, I did.”
Taylor and Tyler were across the room, slapping their knees and laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
I slapped Trenton’s ass. “You look hot, bro.”
“Thanks,” he said. The music started and he shook his hips at me. I pushed him away, and, undeterred, he danced across the room to entertain the crowd.
I looked at Shepley. “I can’t wait to watch you explain this to Abby.”
He smiled. “She’s your wife. You do it.”
For the next four hours, we drank, and talked, and watched Trenton make a complete ass out of himself. My dad, as expected, cut out early. He, along with my other brothers, had a plane to catch.
We were all flying to St. Thomas in the morning for the renewal of my vows.
For the last year, Abby tutored, and I did some personal training at the local gym. We’d managed to save a little after school costs, rent, and the car payment to fly to St. Thomas and
stay a few days in a nice hotel. We had plenty of things the money could have gone to, but America kept talking about it and wouldn’t let us drop the idea. Then when America’s parents
presented us with the wedding gift/America’s birthday present/anniversary gift, we tried to say no, but America was insistent.
“All right, boys. I’m going to be hurtin’ in the morning if I don’t call it a night.”
Everyone groaned and taunted me with words like
whipped
and
pussy,
but the truth was they were all used to the new, tamer Travis Maddox. I hadn’t put my fist to
someone’s face in almost a year.
I yawned, and Shepley punched me in the shoulder. “Let’s go.”
We drove in silence. I wasn’t sure what Shepley was thinking about, but I couldn’t fucking wait to see my wife. She’d left the day before, and that was the first time
we’d been apart since we’d been married.
Shepley pulled up to the apartment and shut off the car. “Front door service, loser.”
“Admit it. You miss it.”
“The apartment? Yeah, a little. But I miss you fighting and us making shit tons of money more.”
“Yeah. I do sometimes, too. See you in the morning.”
“Pick you up right back here at six thirty.”
“Later.”
Shepley drove away while I slowly climbed the steps, searching for the apartment key. I hated coming home when Abby wasn’t here. There was nothing worse after we met, and it was the same
now. Maybe even more miserable because Shepley and America weren’t even there to annoy me.
I pushed in the key and opened the door, locking it behind me and tossing my wallet onto the breakfast bar. I had already taken Toto to the pet hotel to be boarded while we were gone. It was too
fucking quiet. I sighed. The apartment had changed a lot in the last year. The posters and bar signs had come down, and pictures of us and paintings went up. It was no longer a bachelor pad, but it
was a good trade.
I went into my bedroom, stripped down to my Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and climbed into the bed, burying myself under the blue and green floral comforter—something else that would have
never seen the inside of this apartment had Abby not had a hand in it. I pulled her pillow over and rested my head on it. It smelled like her.
The clock read 2:00 AM. I would be with her in twelve hours.
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