Page 58 of Storm Bound
“I told you, Yaya. We’re going to a live concert of Cursed Hearts. I’m just cosplaying for it,” I replied and looked up at my chalk-dyed dark hair.
All I was missing now to complete the look was the sword and the rosary Wade liked to wear.
“You’re telling me Dr. Becker’s nephew is going to be dressing up, too?” Yaya said.
“You know you can just call him Dr. Kravitz. Or Dr. Adam. Or just Adam. You don’t have to say Dr. Becker’s nephew every time,” I told her, turning around to look at her. “And yes. He’s cosplaying, too.”
Yaya’s lips formed a naughty smile.
“I definitely want to see that. Take pictures, will ya?” she said.
I was definitely taking pictures. Not sure if they were safe for work. Or safe for Yaya. Would that be NSFY?
“We’ll see. Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of opportunities to see us both in cosplay. There’s so many cons and events to go to.”
Yaya sighed.
“Oh, you and your silly shows,” she said.
“Not silly,” I corrected her.
“Whatever.” Yaya stood in front of me and put her hands on either side of my face. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
Her eyes were so kind, and her touch brought back memories of every time she’d stood by my side, taken me in her arms, held my hand when life had been shit to me. To us.
That was why it offered me so much delight to be able to tell her.
“I am, Yaya. I’m very happy.”
“Good,” she said, patting my cheek, then letting me go. “Now don’t you screw it up, Mr. Karagiannis.”
She walked toward the door. Dad, who was passing by outside, stopped in his tracks and looked at Yaya.
“Did someone say my name?” he asked.
“No one said your name, Paul,” Yaya answered him.
“You said Mr. Karagiannis,” Dad answered.
Yaya turned to me and grimaced.
“Can you believe him? You’ve got an entire family full of Mr. Karagiannises, and you still think that’s only your name? Thank the Lord he gave you the looks because I think he was stingy on the brains.”
Yaya walked off laughing out loud.
“Hey! Thanks.Mother,” he shouted after her. “Can you believe this woman?”
I approached Dad and looked at Yaya’s back.
“Awww, Dad. Did Yaya hurt your feelings? You want me to kiss it better?” I said in my best baby voice.
“Agh, don’t be stupid,” he said. “What are you dressed like that for? Going to a leather club or something?”
I stared at my dad and my eyes tightened.
“What would you know about leather clubs?”
Dad laughed.
