I got out of Mike's car. I smiled widely as I slammed the door behind me. I leant back against the car and looked around me. We've just got home from my mom's and it feels so good. I've missed San Diego so much. Mike opened the hood and grabbed our bags. I heard him groan as he dropped one. I walked leisurely over to him and picked it up. Instead of carrying it I slipped it in his hand. "Thanks babe," Mike muttered sarcastically.
"No problem," I smiled. He had keys in his mouth and I took them out. I walked to our front door with Mike following me. I opened the door and stepped inside. Mike stumbled past me and dropped our things in the hallway. He closed the door and turned around to face me. He had his eyebrows raised and I smirked.
"You're a huge help," he muttered dryly.
"Didn't anyone tell you? I'm a trophy wife," I grinned.
"Hmm . . ." he mumbled.
"Feels so good to be back in SD," I said.
"I know. I miss home,"
"I miss the sun," I replied.
"Must be the Mexican Spanish blood we have in us," he grinned. We started walking through into the kitchen. I jumped up onto the counter. Mike went to the fridge and passed me a bottle of water. I took it and thought as I drank.
"Our kid will be that weirdo in the playground because no one will know where they're from," I told him.
"Our kid can defend itself. His parents will teach him to fight," he said.
"But what if he isn't like us? What if he's a nerd?"
"He won't be!" Mike exclaimed. "My kid is being force fed rock music, instruments and Whiskey from birth,"
"I'm not giving my baby whiskey," I giggled.
"It'll strengthen it! That way it won't be scared to get into fights,"
"I don't want my boy getting into fights!"
"I'll teach him to win. Or swag his way out,"
"Anyway, what if he's a girl?" I suddenly asked.
"They can't be. That means I'll have to protect her and lock her up in her room when Warped is in town,"
"Why?" I laughed.
"Seriously?" he raised his eyebrows. "Do you know what happens at Warped?"
"I do," I nodded. "I went on tour with them and you proposed on a Warped stage. Do you not remember?" I teased.
"Warped is full of guys trying to feel girls up in the pit, grabbing their boobs,"
"Like you've never grabbed a girls boob in the pit," I mocked.
"No!"
"Oh sorry, you did it by the merch tent. Right?"
"I didn't touch it. I just looked," he defended. I jumped down from the counter. I took my bottle and walked into the sitting room, which was joined with the kitchen. I sat down on the sofa and he lay on top of me.
"Get off," I laughed.
"You love me," he grinned back. I rolled my eyes. I pushed him up and Mike leant against me. I intermingled my arm with his and reached up to kiss his cheek.
"Did you phone Jaime, Tony and your brother?" I questioned casually.
"Yeah," he nodded. "They all said yes. Actually Jaime said he thought I would never ask him,"
"Good. We could probably buy your suits on tour. And I could get my dress,"
"I have no idea about this stuff. How am I going to find one to make me look just right?"
"What do you mean?" I asked carefully.
"You don't want all my neck and hand tatts in the photos,"
"They're called job stoppers. Not wedding stoppers,"
"I'm serious, Kay'. I don't want to screw these photos up for you. I mean you'll look so hot and perfect,"
"What are you worried about? You or me?"
"You," he replied. "I mean I love my tatts . . ."
"Do you really think if I didn't love them and the way you look we'd be talking about our wedding now?" I chuckled.
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"I love you," I told him and kissed his lips. "Besides, we don't have a lot to plan. But there's something we need to talk about,"
"What?"
"Guess," I teased.
"Okay, so we have to get clothes and guests. That's it right?"
"Yeah, your mom is sorting our perfect venue, on my instructions," I explained. "But we have so many guests,"
"Like who?'
"Like your crew and tour managers. All the people who have helped you. All the people that have helped me. The people we've met on tours and become friends with. Then our old friends and people will bring dates. That's not even including our families,"
"Oh shit. And they have to sit in the right place,"
"What?"
"We can't sit Austin with your high school friends. They'll end up fighting!"
"Damn it," I sighed and held my head.
"Okay?" he asked after a minute.
"No," I grumbled. "Let's talk about something else. This is giving me a migraine,"
"Sure," he nodded. "Are you coming to the charity thing?"
"I suppose," I groaned.
"What?"
"I don't see why you're going,"
"Because it'll have good music,"
"Hip hop and rap," I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, Whiskey wants to come out and play,"
"He can meet some real rappers," I teased.
"You don't believe in me!" he mocked.
"I don't believe that you and Michael Phelps get high together,"
"We do!" he exclaimed.
"You need some new material," I bit my lip. I stood up and he watched me. I started to walk away and Mike frowned.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" he called after me.
"Nothing," I shrugged.
"Come back!" he ordered. I walked back a few paces and stopped behind the sofa. I bent over and wrapped my arms around Mike's neck.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I can make new stuff," he replied.
"Do it," I smirked. Mike pulled my arms roughly. I was pulled over the back of the sofa and onto his lap. I regained my balance and straightened up. I felt Mike's arms wrap around my waist and he moved his lips to my ear. He kissed the lobe softly.
"I think you're facing the wrong way," he told me. I sighed then turned around. I was straddling him and facing him now.
"You ready for this shit?" he asked.
"I'm ready for this shit," I nodded.
"Okay, introduce me,"
"No," I laughed.
"Whiskey always has an intro,"
"Fine," I rolled my eyes. "Yo! This is Whiskey Hands! Taking yo girl, stealing yo money and here to fuck shit up!" I exclaimed. Mike laughed at me. I giggled and mussed up my hair.
"I wake up!" Mike started and I started moving with his words. "I see some hoe. She's looking at me, licking her lips! Wanna get on me, imma fuck that bitch! She's another loose hasty! She getting so wet. Now she's at it, screaming Wastey!"
"Dry, Whiskey" I muttered.
"Naah! Don't you know it's fly, bitch?!"
"Whatever," I smirked then kissed his lips firmly.

Notes

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