Page 80 of Spike's Perdition
“Tonight is about you,” he whispers.
“Love you.” I snuggle into his warmth.
“Love you.”
Spike and I sleep soundly, and the last thing I expect when I wake up is to be ushered off to a tattoo parlor. Yet, that’s exactly where I am… and breastfeeding Jack, no less.
When I pictured my bachelorette party, I imagined drunkenness and strippers, not this. However, this is much better.
“What color did you decide on?” Skye asks.
“Pink,” I reply. “Not very badass, I know.”
“The color doesn’t mean shit.” Jez plops down next to Skye. “The person wearing the tattoo is a badass, and girl youarea complete badass.”
I shake my head, but Violet speaks up. “You survived. That takes more courage than letting death take you.”
“Hell, yeah!” Cece cheers.
“As President of the Badass Bitches Club, I feel I should say a few words,” Carmella chimes in.
“This ought to be good,” Cece mumbles.
“Can it, Hooker.” Carmella narrows her eyes. “As I was saying… We gather here today to welcome the newest member to the BBC.”
Megan spits out her drink. “BBC?” she chokes.
Carmella groans. “I know, I hear it now.”
Everyone bursts out laughing.
“To Ivory,” Apple shouts.
“Oh, no. This is all your fault.” I glare at Apple.
Apple sits back shocked. “What did I do?”
“You’re the reason I got knocked up,” I accuse.
“Um…” Megan speaks up. “Pretty sure that was Spike’s fault.”
I shake my head. “Nope, this is all on Apple. I would’ve just danced with him and let it go, but oh, no, she had to go and singSoul of a Saint.”
“Oh, yeah,” Cece agrees. “Totally Apple’s fault. That song makes every woman within a two-mile radius horny.”
“It should come with a damn warning label,” I joke.
“Noted.” Apple smiles. “But you got one helluva a little man out of it.”
“And a big one,” Violet adds.
“Alright,” I concede. “You’re forgiven.”
I switch boobs and notice the room has gone quiet. “What’s wrong?”
Apple giggles. “I think you broke Possum.”
Possum is staring at Jack with a look of wonder on his face. “Oh, fuck. Sorry, Ivory,” he apologizes.
