Page 102 of The Mistakes I've Made
“What?” he asked. “There are tons of famous doctors in history.”
“Name one,” his wife demanded.
“Uh…” His brow rose, the effort showing as he tried to come up with one. “Oh! Norman Shumway!”
“Who the heck is that?” Molly asked, not looking pleased at all.
“He’s the father of heart transplants, and considering that is what I used to do, that kind of makes him my hero.”
I looked at him and back at Molly.
“Fine!” Jake threw his hands up. “I didn’t want to wear that costume, Molly! Happy?”
A satisfied smirk spread across her face.
“She wanted me to wear a skirt, Taylor. A fucking skirt. In public!”
I couldn’t help but grin as I watched Molly’s eyes roll. Lani seemed to be enjoying the show as well.
“It was not a skirt, Jake. I’m Cleopatra. You were supposed to be Mark Antony! Couples go as couples; that’s how it goes. See, Leilani and Taylor are dressed as…” Molly took a look at our outfits, and her brows furrowed. “Who the heck are you? A pirate and his very prudish wench?”
Lani laughed out loud. “We’re Blackbeard and his wife, Mary Ormond, who was most definitely the love of his life.”
I gave her a devilish grin. “That part is still up for debate.”
“Definitely up for debate,” she agreed, licking her lips in a way that made me want to groan.
“Ah,” Jake said, his gaze dodging between Lani and me. “Well, that’s great. Molly, you want to go check on your mom? See how she’s handling Ruby?”
“Yep.”
They made a beeline across the street, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as Lani wrapped her arms around me.
“I think we made them uncomfortable.”
“Yeah? Well, they’ve been making me uncomfortable my entire life, so it was nice to be the gross one for a change.”
“Could you imagine being with someone that long? Like they have? Molly and I have chatted a few times, so I’ve gotten the readers digest version of their love story. It just seems so romantic, you know?”
I swallowed hard.
Until her, I couldn’t imagine being with someone for longer than a single night.
“I—”
“You know this is a family event, right?”
I turned, breathing out a sigh of relief as my brother and his wife walked over, and I nearly fell into his arms in thanks.
Lani and I were great at a lot of things. Together, even more so. But talking about us as a couple?
That was one skill we seriously sucked at.
“Hey,” I said before giving him a once-over. “Whoa.”
“I know; I know,” he said, doing a cocky little spin. “Take it all in.”
“Isn’t he hot?” Cora blurted out, nearly jumping up and down.
