Page 4 of Change of Plans

The first few notes of my cousin’s ringtone managed to pull part of my attention from the thought of my beautiful fiancée all alone in our massive shower.

“Alix, good morning.” I knew I sounded far too chipper, but I wasn’t about to pretend that morning sex wasn’t a hell of a lot better than coffee.

“Damn, Erik,” Alix laughed. “You couldn’t sound more smug about morning sex if you tried.”

“It’s not my fault your last few attempts at getting laid ended with Elise jumping onto your bed and landing on your nuts.”

“That’s not funny.”

I sat up and swung my legs over the side.

“Seriously, that’s messed up. You just wait until you and Tanya have a kid. You’ll love the rugrat to death, but they’ll be hell on your sex life.”

All of my humor faded as the thoughts of what might never be a reality came clambering back.

“Anyway,” Alix continued, “I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I’m supposed to sign for the limos, but we’re running a bit late. Elise…” There was a pause, and then his tone changed. “Elise, put that down! Don’t put that – Elise! Fuck!”

And then I heard a thump. Then nothing.

What the fuck?

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