Page 4 of Pelvic Flaws

Shit, I wanted to gag. If I’d have done that Carl would have laughed his head off, taken a photo, and posted it on Facebook with the comment ‘Look what the dick head wife has done’.

“What does your dad think of the idea?” I asked, putting down the plate of dead vole.

“Oh, he thinks it’s a wonderful idea. Say’s it’ll be beautiful.”

God, he really had changed. Oh well, fair play to Sophie, she’d certainly worked her magic on him.

“Right,” Annie said, jumping up. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Let me check on the boys first.”

“I’ll wait by the car,” Annie huffed. “Please don’t be long, Mum. We’re going to walk past football training.”

I caught hold of Annie’s wrist and pulled her to a stop. “Are you telling me that,” I said, circling a finger in the area of her fully made up face, “is to walk past the football pitch?”

“Yeah, of course it is. Jamie Hollister and Harry Baker are playing.” With that she walked out, only pausing to bang on her brothers’ bedroom door. “Night dick heads, have fun.”

Shaking my head, I picked up the plate with the mouldy sandwich/rodent and followed her. I, however, didn’t call my sons dick heads, but knocked twice before walking into their room.

“Will you two be okay while I take Annie to Sally’s?”

My sweet Charlie looked up through his dark blond hair that was brushing his eyes and grinned. “I’m kicking his butt, Mum.”

“Only because I’m letting you, squirt.” Without looking away from the game they were playing, Isaac reached out a hand and ruffled Charlie’s hair.

“Whatever.”

Isaac gave a grunt as he missed an open goal and glanced at me. “We’ll be fine. Can you bring pizza back?”

“Yeah,” Charlie cried. “Can we have pizza, Mum?”

It was Friday and I really didn’t want to cook. “Okay. Half and half?”

“Yeah, please.”

“And garlic bread,” Charlie added, before going back to the game.

And I was dismissed, leaving the boys to their game and actually feeling thankful for having three wonderful, if idiotic kids – but I’d still be glad when they left home.

Dex

“Come on, Dex,” Nate, my piercer, cried from across the table. “Just one more.”

“No way.” I waved him away. “I need food and sleep. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Spoilsport.” Megan, one of my tattoo artists, teased while curled into her boyfriend Topper’s side - my other tattooist. “You’re no fun anymore.”

“It’s his age,” Topper added, lifting the top hat that got him his name.

“And you can shut the fuck up,” I warned.

Topper had finally come clean about booking in the kid, and not giving him a consultation appointment. Apparently, it had been a day when Scarlett was at the dentist and we were pulled out of the place. I’d have given him another lecture, but I knew it had been a one off, so I left it alone.

“Get some more beers guys.” I placed a couple of twenties down on the table. “And I’ll see you all in the morning.”

After waving goodbye, I left the bar and made my way to the local pizza place for some takeout. I didn’t eat pizza often, but there was no way I was cooking when I got home.

Pushing open the door, the smell of grease and cheese hit me and my stomach growled. There were already a couple of people at the counter ordering, but for a Friday night it was pretty quiet. As one guy moved to the side to wait, I moved up, placed my order, and then sat in one of the chairs lining the room. While picking up yesterday’s newspaper from the rack, the door opened and someone cursing caught my attention. I looked up to see a woman on her hands and knees, scrabbling for what looked like the entire contents of her bag all over the floor.

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