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Forever. And ever and ever. There is no happy ending, because nothing ever ends.
Certainly not our love.
Honeymoon
DAISY
We are spending our honeymoon in our own house. We’d looked at various options, but nothing seemed as inviting as a staycation.
One of the eight bedrooms is named ‘the fun room’. It has a custom bed, bigger than two kings, taking up the majority of the space. But there are other things, like mirrors and straps and all sorts that make it indeed a very fun room. We’ll have to figure out something a little more subtle as Thea grows into a curious kid, but for now we can let our freak flags fly.
Nestled amongst my guys, the day after our wedding, I finally give them what they’ve all been asking for. Something they’ve all wanted for a very long time.
The 'why' of why I agreed to stand in for Brooke in the first place. Why I ended up on the Mary-Mo, headed out of Samoa, and not Brooke.
“It was after college. I’d just moved to Rhode Island, and was about to start my new job. My dream job.
Brooke had been taking part in a triathlon outside of Providence for a couple of days, so I’d gone to cheer her on, and afterwards, we’d gone to a party hosted by some of Brooke's mud-runner friends. Everyone was lovely. No one was drinking tons; they were mostly athletic types, and the food was a healthy array of veggies and lots of grilled chicken.
Brooke was off networking, so I did my normal party thing and kept to the shadows, nibbling on food and looking at what books the host had on their shelves. And then someone offered me some fudge, and I'll admit, I got greedy. You know I have a sweet tooth and everything there was so darn healthy.
That fudge was good.
After another hour I decided to head home. Brooke had got deep into an arm-wrestling tournament that I had no interest in watching. I made my goodbyes and headed out. But as soon as I got outside, I suddenly had an urge to walk the long way home through the park. When I stepped off the sidewalk and onto the grass a profound conviction came over me. Suddenly I knew the truth.
I was a unicorn.
There was a full moon, and the silvery beams called me to become my real self. I stripped off every last piece of clothing and galloped in the moonlight, my mane flying behind me.
And then everything went dark.”
“Just breathe, Miss.”
A stranger is draping a blanket around my shoulders, an ambulance flashing its lights a few yards away. Someone is stroking my hair. Paramedics lead me to the back of their rig.
I don’t remember much after that until I wake up in the hospital with an IV in my arm, and my sister dozing in a chair next to the bed.
“What the?”I croak.
My sister is instantly awake and right in my face.
“What the fuck, Daisy? Good thing I’m listed as your emergency contact! What the hell?”
“What happened? I left the party and then…”
“The nurse said you were brought in a couple of hours ago, stark naked and delirious. You tried to kick one of EMT’s in the nuts—kept screaming that he was a red bull.”
“What!”
“You were telling everyone you were a unicorn, and your human name was Amalthea.”
Oh. My. Giddy. Aunt.
“The cops are coming back soon,” my sister tells me. “They were here earlier. You’re going to be charged with public indecency.” Brooke takes my hand and squeezes it hard. “Did you have any of the mushroom fudge at the party?”
Mushroom fudge?
Oh no.
