Page 14 of Drive Me Crazy

"You're so cute. Ya know that?" I glare at her. "Adorable!"

"Thank you." She grins with a curtsy. "I worked all morning on them with Maisyn."

"What the fuck, Mack! You called Maisyn?"

"No!" She walks past me, giggling. "I Video-Chatted with her so she could help me brainstorm."

I yank a rag off my table and toss it at the back of her head. "Jerk!"

"Gotta pee!" She waddles into the office with me hot on her heels, shutting the door behind us.

I slide into the seat across from her desk, checking her calendar out. "Is Boone gonna be home for your next appointment?"

"He better be because this baby is ready to crawl outta me and I doubt I can cross my legs long enough to wait on him to come home from Cali."

"I can't believe y'all don't want to find out what it is."

"I'm stunned he trusted you with the results!" Yelling from behind the door.

I lean back, picking up my favorite photo. The first picture of Mack, Rumor, and myself together after Rumor's birth. She's Mack and Boone's oldest child. She's her mother through and through. I was there to cut her cord, Rumor owns me.

"I'm glad I don't have to be there, looking at your baby maker this time."

"Ohhh, I'm telling!" She shrills as she opens the door and walks over to her seat. "You're gonna be in so much trouble."

"Don't you say a word! That's my baby, Boone's a stand-in."

She holds up two fingers. "Go ahead, third times a charm."

"Whatever, you love me."

"Keep it up and you'll be cuttin' the cord on your own." Her mouth twists to the side.

I choke on my water. "Rude! Kiss my ass, Mack!"

"Yet, so true." She lifts her brows, smirking.

I dry my mouth with the back of my hand. "That ship sailed and unless you have a miracle up your sleeve, it's not gonna happen."

"If there's one thing I can attest to... never, say never."

"Never gonna happen, Mack. I missed my chance and you damn well know, people like us aren't given second chances." I stand, turning toward the door. "Besides, once she found out everything that went down back then, she'd walk away. Eventually, I'd still lose."

She reaches for me; I grab her hand, helping to pull her from the chair. Her arms slide around me, holding me like she has so many times before. "We are kindred, Brother. Life will come to you, wait for it."

"I hear ya." I sling the door wide. "After you, Momma."

"Please stay away from the hooker hoe's, they're beneath you." She purses her lips, looking at me all beady eyed.

I wave my fingers toward her. "Stop being so judgey, besides, I like them beneath me or on their knees in front of me."

"Oh, gross!" She covers her mouth, pretending to gag.

I clutch my stomach, busting with laughter. "What's wrong, Mack? Can't stand hearin' about my sex life?"

"Ewww," she wrinkles her nose. "what you do with your Binky Boo and those Crusty Crotches is none of my business."

I clap my hands in applause. "Exactly! Thank you!"

"At least not until it rots off and you need a fundraiser to buy one like that dude who got his cut off and it pumps up, I think he did a porn with it." Her eyes widen. "You could do one and they could call it... Crusty Boo Gets Pumped!"

I flip her the bird... double barreled. "Here's one for you and your Boo."

"You love me!" She yells as I walk off, my hands held high over my head.

"Oh, yeah! You're number one, Mack!"