Page 87 of Spiralling Skywards: Fading
“Bub, I know we’ve both been drinking tonight, but I wanna talk to ya about something.”
“Pour me another drink first.”
“You sure? We’ve got an early start in the morning.”
She was pretty drunk and not the greatest morning person at the best of times, and I knew a killer hangover would make it so much worse.
I twisted around and poured her half a glass, letting the bubbles fizz so it looked as if there was more in the glass. She took a sip with her eyes closed anyway, and I decide it was time to cut her off.
“Tell me then.”
“What?”
“What you wanna talk about.”
I didn’t know why I was bothering since she wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning.
“What we’ve had here with the boys these last two weeks, this is exactly what I had every day and night from about November till May.”
“Australia?”
“Yeah.”
“For us?”
“Yeah. What d’ya think?”
“To live, permanently?”
“Yep.”
I studied her face as she chewed on the corner of her bottom lip. She opened her eyes and looked up at the darkening sky.
“What about my nan?”
“Yeah, I’ve got no answer to that one I’m afraid. All I will say is, I love your nan and appreciate everything that she’s done for you and us, but our priority now has gotta be our boys.”
“Lemme think about it.”
“You can think about it. It’s just an idea, and I wanted to put it out there. Work’s gonna be insane until we get the mining side of things shut down in February, so I’m thinking maybe during our summer would be a good time, let Carter finish out the school year first.”
She nodded. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“Great, fantastic, babe. You can do that while you think about Australia.” She laughed drunkenly, and I stood us both up and helped her up to our bedroom. I help her get showered, dried and into bed, and then I forced her to take a couple of paracetamol and drink a large glass of lemonade. When she was settled, I slid into bed with her and pulled her into my arms.
“Thanks for a great holiday, pretty girl. Here’s to us and new beginnings.”
“I love you a lottle, Aussie Husband.”
“Love you a lottle more.”
