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As soon as I was released from hospital (hallelujah), I went straight to Krispy Kreme with a protesting Jayden. I needed some sweet, warm, jelly filled donuts to pig out on and I wasn’t disappointed. Jayden stopped complaining once I stuffed a blueberry filled one in his mouth. Even though he gave me some junk about how his basketball coach at university is gonna kick my ass when he finds out.
When I got home, I threw myself face down on my long lost bed. I was so happy to be home that I didn’t even mind Jason snuggling up to me on the couch, even though…
“Ew,” I said, wrinkling up my nose. “You reek, Jesse! When was the last time you took a bath?”
Jesse shrugged.
“I was playing outside. In the garden,” he explained. I almost gagged, pushing him away from me. I mean, he smelt really bad. Like crap or something.
“What the hell were you doing, rolling around in dog poo?” I asked. Hey, gotta tone down the language around the kids, right? Between you and me, I was really trying to keep my cussing down to a minimum. It just got real difficult when I knocked heads with people as obnoxious as that jerk who came to visit me yesterday. Just thinking of him made my blood boil! So, I decided not to think of him. Which is easy enough. Except that every so often the memory of those oh so kissable lips would pop up in my head. Followed by the memory of those mouth-watering abs.
Oh, crap. I sound like an obsessed fan drooling over Chris Brown.
“No, no, Elektra,” Jesse giggled. “I wasn’t playing in dog poop!”
“Well, you sure smell like it,” I grumbled, pushing him away when he tried to clamber onto my lap. I love Jason, aka Jesse (I started calling him that so I don’t confuse him with Jayden and now everyone calls him that), but not when he smells like this.
“I was playing with a cat. A black and white cat. You know, in the garden. I told you, Elektra. I did!” Jesse stared up at me adoringly.
“There’s no one around here who has a black and white cat,” I mused.
“It didn’t have a collar too. Elektra, I can read, you know,” Jesse said. He was all of three years old. Read my foot. Suddenly, I stared at Jesse.
“Did you just say you were playing with a black and white cat?” I almost whispered. I was almost positive what that atrocious smell was. Jesse nodded enthusiastically.
“And it had a bushy tail. Elektra, do all cats spray water at you?” he asked curiously. I jumped up from the couch, fighting the urge to laugh.
“Oh, my God, Jesse. You just got skunked,” I exclaimed, sniggering a little.
“I got punked?”
Totally clueless.
Jesse strolled in, eating some plain yogurt. He immediately wrinkled up his nose.
“Jeeze, who farted in here?” he asked, waving a hand in front of his face. “Smells worse than our locker room at school. Trust me, that’s a comparison I’d rather not make.”
“Where’s Suzanne?” I asked him.
“I ‘on know. Seriously, what the fuck is that smell?” Jayden asked. Now you see where I got my potty mouth from.
“Jesse got skunked,” I giggled. It was pretty funny.
“Oh, shit. No wonder! Suzanne! Suzanne, come here! Jesse got sprayed by a skunk!” Jayden yelled, spooning some yogurt into his mouth. I nearly threw up in my mouth right there, just imagining the smell surrounding Jesse like his second aura infused into Jayden’s yogurt. I would definitely not eat in a place that smelt this bad.
Trophy wife rushed into the lounge and came to a stop right in front of her son. She took a few steps back, grimacing.
“Jesse, what the-,” she started, sniffing the air in the room. She turned to Jayden. “Did you say that Jesse got skunked?”
Jesse nodded complacently. “Straight up.”
“Oh no. What should I do? Trent’s at work,” trophy wife sighed, wringing her hands. I rolled my eyes. Typical coping mechanism. When something goes wrong, ask for my dad.
Jayden chortled, enjoying himself.
“Look it up on the internet,” I suggested in spite of myself. Trophy wife nodded.
“Good idea, Elektra,” she said and ran to the computer. Jayden sniffed Jesse.
“Wow, little man, you truly reek,” he grinned. “They ought to market this smell. Hell, I’ll do it. Call it Scent of the Wild. What you think, Elektra, Suzanne?”
“Somehow, I don’t think that scent will ever catch on,” trophy wife said wryly. I had to agree with her.
“Check Wikipedia,” I blurted out, before clapping a hand in front of my mouth. She should have figured it out herself. I hate helping her out.
“Oh, here’s an article. It says to remove the smell, use hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and liquid soap.” She looked up. “Where to buy hydrogen peroxide? Do you think they sell some at the chemist?”
Duh.
“I’ll go buy some,” I offered. It wasn’t being nice, I just wanted to be as far away from the stench as possible. Trophy wife shook her head and waggled her finger at me.
“Oh no, you don’t. you’re on bed rest, young lady,” she said sternly and looked at Jayden. “You go, Jay. Buy some 3% hydrogen peroxide.”
“I got you,” Jayden said calmy, shaking his spoon at Jesse. “You, my little man, are about to get deskunked.”
And with those illuminating words, Jayden left the lounge. Trophy wife put a hand over her nose and stared at Jesse, who was playing X-Men on his X-Box 360, completely unconsious of the uncomfortablness he was creating.
“Where would he have came in contact with a skunk, of all things?” she asked the air. I stuck my head out of the window, thankful for some fresh air.
“He said he was in the garden,” I told her. I saw her shudder out of the corner of my eye.
“I had no idea they smell this bad,” she said. “You know, I got skunked once before, when I was little. My dad told me that my mom had to give me five baths before she could get the smell off me. of course, in those days, there wasn’t any ready access to the internet.”
I grunted in reply. I didn’t like it when trophy wife told me anything personal. I didn’t want to get to know her, even though sh’d been married to dad for over thre years. I wanted her to be as much of a stranger to me as possible. That way, I wasn’t selling out my mom.
“Oh. By the way, Elektra sweetie, I heard that you got a visitor at the hospital yesterday?” trophy wife asked.
“Hmm,” I said. I really did not want to think of gorgeous, annoying guy. But trophy wife never takes a hint. Clueless, just like her son.
“I talked to him in the lobby as he was leaving on Saturday. Nice boy,” she continued.
“I’m glad you feel that way,” I muttered. Cuz I sure don’t.
“Yes, he was a real gentleman. He gave me his number, so that I could call him just incase he couldn’t come to see you before you were discharged. Sweet boy. Not many young men today would do what he did. And to come visit you as well!”
trophy wife looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t, she went on regardless.
“So, anyway, I called and spoke to his mother. Asked if they were interested in coming over for a thank you dinner. Hows Thursday for you, dear?” she asked me chirpily.
Slowly, I turned around to face her.
“You what?” I asked her. I couldn’t even believe it.
“I asked her family to come over for dinner, Thursday night. Such a nice woman. We talked for hours. Did you know that Spencer’s in the basketball and football team at his school?” Trophy wife smiled at me brightly, obviously not knowing that I wanted to punch her in the face.
“Why the hell would you do something like that without asking me first?” I asked her.
“I asked your father. He thought it was a wonderful idea.” Trophy wife looked pained. “I thought you would be happy, dear. Being able to chat with the guy who saved your life, its like a fairytale.”
Two things registered. One. Trophy wife had just fucked me over. She had told my dad and he had agreed. I can (and do) manipulate most people, but dad was a whole other story. So I would have to grin and bear spending about 3 hours in Spencer’s company (sexy name though). Aargh! Stop it Elektra! Two. Trophy wife was obviously trying to matchmake, maybe subconsiously, but the fact remained. She didn’t know that the guy did not like me and I did not like him. At all.
I stood up and walked out of the lounge without saying anything else. Coz if I had remained in trophy wife’s presence a second longer, I would have punched her, pulled her hair or something.
When I got home, I threw myself face down on my long lost bed. I was so happy to be home that I didn’t even mind Jason snuggling up to me on the couch, even though…
“Ew,” I said, wrinkling up my nose. “You reek, Jesse! When was the last time you took a bath?”
Jesse shrugged.
“I was playing outside. In the garden,” he explained. I almost gagged, pushing him away from me. I mean, he smelt really bad. Like crap or something.
“What the hell were you doing, rolling around in dog poo?” I asked. Hey, gotta tone down the language around the kids, right? Between you and me, I was really trying to keep my cussing down to a minimum. It just got real difficult when I knocked heads with people as obnoxious as that jerk who came to visit me yesterday. Just thinking of him made my blood boil! So, I decided not to think of him. Which is easy enough. Except that every so often the memory of those oh so kissable lips would pop up in my head. Followed by the memory of those mouth-watering abs.
Oh, crap. I sound like an obsessed fan drooling over Chris Brown.
“No, no, Elektra,” Jesse giggled. “I wasn’t playing in dog poop!”
“Well, you sure smell like it,” I grumbled, pushing him away when he tried to clamber onto my lap. I love Jason, aka Jesse (I started calling him that so I don’t confuse him with Jayden and now everyone calls him that), but not when he smells like this.
“I was playing with a cat. A black and white cat. You know, in the garden. I told you, Elektra. I did!” Jesse stared up at me adoringly.
“There’s no one around here who has a black and white cat,” I mused.
“It didn’t have a collar too. Elektra, I can read, you know,” Jesse said. He was all of three years old. Read my foot. Suddenly, I stared at Jesse.
“Did you just say you were playing with a black and white cat?” I almost whispered. I was almost positive what that atrocious smell was. Jesse nodded enthusiastically.
“And it had a bushy tail. Elektra, do all cats spray water at you?” he asked curiously. I jumped up from the couch, fighting the urge to laugh.
“Oh, my God, Jesse. You just got skunked,” I exclaimed, sniggering a little.
“I got punked?”
Totally clueless.
Jesse strolled in, eating some plain yogurt. He immediately wrinkled up his nose.
“Jeeze, who farted in here?” he asked, waving a hand in front of his face. “Smells worse than our locker room at school. Trust me, that’s a comparison I’d rather not make.”
“Where’s Suzanne?” I asked him.
“I ‘on know. Seriously, what the fuck is that smell?” Jayden asked. Now you see where I got my potty mouth from.
“Jesse got skunked,” I giggled. It was pretty funny.
“Oh, shit. No wonder! Suzanne! Suzanne, come here! Jesse got sprayed by a skunk!” Jayden yelled, spooning some yogurt into his mouth. I nearly threw up in my mouth right there, just imagining the smell surrounding Jesse like his second aura infused into Jayden’s yogurt. I would definitely not eat in a place that smelt this bad.
Trophy wife rushed into the lounge and came to a stop right in front of her son. She took a few steps back, grimacing.
“Jesse, what the-,” she started, sniffing the air in the room. She turned to Jayden. “Did you say that Jesse got skunked?”
Jesse nodded complacently. “Straight up.”
“Oh no. What should I do? Trent’s at work,” trophy wife sighed, wringing her hands. I rolled my eyes. Typical coping mechanism. When something goes wrong, ask for my dad.
Jayden chortled, enjoying himself.
“Look it up on the internet,” I suggested in spite of myself. Trophy wife nodded.
“Good idea, Elektra,” she said and ran to the computer. Jayden sniffed Jesse.
“Wow, little man, you truly reek,” he grinned. “They ought to market this smell. Hell, I’ll do it. Call it Scent of the Wild. What you think, Elektra, Suzanne?”
“Somehow, I don’t think that scent will ever catch on,” trophy wife said wryly. I had to agree with her.
“Check Wikipedia,” I blurted out, before clapping a hand in front of my mouth. She should have figured it out herself. I hate helping her out.
“Oh, here’s an article. It says to remove the smell, use hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and liquid soap.” She looked up. “Where to buy hydrogen peroxide? Do you think they sell some at the chemist?”
Duh.
“I’ll go buy some,” I offered. It wasn’t being nice, I just wanted to be as far away from the stench as possible. Trophy wife shook her head and waggled her finger at me.
“Oh no, you don’t. you’re on bed rest, young lady,” she said sternly and looked at Jayden. “You go, Jay. Buy some 3% hydrogen peroxide.”
“I got you,” Jayden said calmy, shaking his spoon at Jesse. “You, my little man, are about to get deskunked.”
And with those illuminating words, Jayden left the lounge. Trophy wife put a hand over her nose and stared at Jesse, who was playing X-Men on his X-Box 360, completely unconsious of the uncomfortablness he was creating.
“Where would he have came in contact with a skunk, of all things?” she asked the air. I stuck my head out of the window, thankful for some fresh air.
“He said he was in the garden,” I told her. I saw her shudder out of the corner of my eye.
“I had no idea they smell this bad,” she said. “You know, I got skunked once before, when I was little. My dad told me that my mom had to give me five baths before she could get the smell off me. of course, in those days, there wasn’t any ready access to the internet.”
I grunted in reply. I didn’t like it when trophy wife told me anything personal. I didn’t want to get to know her, even though sh’d been married to dad for over thre years. I wanted her to be as much of a stranger to me as possible. That way, I wasn’t selling out my mom.
“Oh. By the way, Elektra sweetie, I heard that you got a visitor at the hospital yesterday?” trophy wife asked.
“Hmm,” I said. I really did not want to think of gorgeous, annoying guy. But trophy wife never takes a hint. Clueless, just like her son.
“I talked to him in the lobby as he was leaving on Saturday. Nice boy,” she continued.
“I’m glad you feel that way,” I muttered. Cuz I sure don’t.
“Yes, he was a real gentleman. He gave me his number, so that I could call him just incase he couldn’t come to see you before you were discharged. Sweet boy. Not many young men today would do what he did. And to come visit you as well!”
trophy wife looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t, she went on regardless.
“So, anyway, I called and spoke to his mother. Asked if they were interested in coming over for a thank you dinner. Hows Thursday for you, dear?” she asked me chirpily.
Slowly, I turned around to face her.
“You what?” I asked her. I couldn’t even believe it.
“I asked her family to come over for dinner, Thursday night. Such a nice woman. We talked for hours. Did you know that Spencer’s in the basketball and football team at his school?” Trophy wife smiled at me brightly, obviously not knowing that I wanted to punch her in the face.
“Why the hell would you do something like that without asking me first?” I asked her.
“I asked your father. He thought it was a wonderful idea.” Trophy wife looked pained. “I thought you would be happy, dear. Being able to chat with the guy who saved your life, its like a fairytale.”
Two things registered. One. Trophy wife had just fucked me over. She had told my dad and he had agreed. I can (and do) manipulate most people, but dad was a whole other story. So I would have to grin and bear spending about 3 hours in Spencer’s company (sexy name though). Aargh! Stop it Elektra! Two. Trophy wife was obviously trying to matchmake, maybe subconsiously, but the fact remained. She didn’t know that the guy did not like me and I did not like him. At all.
I stood up and walked out of the lounge without saying anything else. Coz if I had remained in trophy wife’s presence a second longer, I would have punched her, pulled her hair or something.
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