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Beau
“Ta-da,” I say, and step into the living room with Elsie in front of me dressed in the cutest thing I’ve ever made.
She’s wearing a onesie made entirely of faux fur in shades of blue and purple with a dinosaur tail behind her and a hoodie with horns—although how long that stays on is a different question.
“OMG! She’s James P. Sullivan,” Tru says, and both hands cover their mouth as they marvel over theMonsters Inc.Halloween costume I’ve made for Elsie. They’re wearing a Black Widow bodysuit that hugs their body tight over every curve—their waist looks cinched. There’s no chance that tiny waist and those curvy hips are real.
Gordon bursts out laughing and my stomach sinks, the color probably drains off my face. He doesn’t like it?
“Well, you always say she’s a little monster,” he says, and goes down on his knees in front of us to hug Elsie. “Do you like your costume, little James?”
Elsie giggles and drapes her hands around his neck. He lifts her over his head, and she literally shrieks for joy.
“Moh. Moh,” she says.
He still hasn’t said if he likes it, and now I’m worried I’ve fucked it up.
“Did you make that?” Tru asks me while Gordon is entertaining his daughter.
“Yes. I had to dig deep to find the right fabric, but I did. Designed, patterned, and sewn,” I tell them.
“That’s so cool, Beau. It’s really cute. And you can tell who it is off the bat. Well, if you’ve watched the movie, that is.”
“There’s someone who hasn’t watchedMonsters Inc?” Gordon stops and glares at us.
“It, like, came out when we were born, babe. There are plenty of people our age who haven’t watched it,” I tell him.
Gordon huffs and shakes his head.
“Sometimes I forget how old you are,” he says.
“Good,” I tell him, and raise an eyebrow. “I’d like my age not to be held against me, thank you very much.”
“Never.” He smiles and comes in for a hug and a kiss with Elsie in his arms.
“Do you like it?” I ask him when he breaks contact.
He frowns and turns to Elsie who copies her dad and then laughs as if it’s the funniest thing in the world.
“Did he just ask if we like it, Elsie? Bo-Bo is cuckoo, Elsie,” he says, and then proceeds to eat her neck and make her laugh even louder. When he finishes playing with her, he realizes I’m staring. “Oh, you’re serious?”
“Duh,” I say. “And I’ve made it practical, as well. The tail and the headpiece are detachable so it can be worn as a fancy winter onesie.”
“Did you hear that, Elsie? You’re gonna be one fashionable little tot,” he tells her. I’m so close to grabbing his face with both hands and shaking him until he tells me what he thinks. But it’s like he can read my mind—or I really look pissed—because he turns and says, “it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. After you two, of course.”
“Aw,” Tru coos, and clasps their hands together. “You guys are so cute together. I’m so jelly.”
I turn to them and smile.
“Well, the school is full of eligible professors. Who knows? Maybe you can grab yourself a hottie or two.”
I can’t imagine Tru with just one person. I don’t know why. There’s just something about them. Not just their energy, but also their sex appeal. It’s the kind of energy that’s meant to be shared. I can easily imagine them with an entire harem of men, women, and folx following them everywhere and meeting their every need.
“Anyway, are we ready?” Gordon asks.
I glare at him and put both hands on my hips.
“What?” he asks.
