Chapter 8
“Guys, come on; quit goofing off finish your dinner. I have to leave in about an hour and you two need baths yet,” Paul said.
“You give me bath, Papi,” Kira nodded.
“Kira, who else would be here to give you and Mac a bath?”
“Is Miss Montana coming to stay tonight?” Mac asked hopefully.
“Of course, since you practically wore Shaun out at Chuck E Cheese today,” Paul laughed.
“YES!” the girls cried in unison.
“I never thought I’d see the day when you two would look forward to seeing the sitter as much as you do me coming back. What’s the deal here? You don’t even make this much fuss with Mimi and Shaun.”
“They’re okay,” Mac shrugged, “but Miss Montana is a lot more fun. Kind of like a mami.”
“Yeah,” Kira nodded in agreement.
“And Miss Mariah said you’re gonna ask Miss Montana out,” Mac said with a huge grin.
Holy hell, Paul thought, Mimi blabbed it even to the kids? Who doesn’t know about this by now?
“Uh…..yeah. Listen, Mac, don’t get all excited about that, okay? First, it’s not going to be a big hot date or anything, and second, Montana could say no.”
“Who would say no to you, Papi?” Mac wondered.
“Contrary to the belief of certain little girls, many people,” Paul answered.
Kira cleaned her plate, and then let out a loud belch.
Mac made a face at her sister. “Sissy, you‘re gross! Excuse yourself.”
“Scuse me,” Kira replied. “Sorry. But why fart and waste it when you can burp and taste it?”
“Young lady, where did you get that?” Paul asked, raising an eyebrow. “I know it wasn’t from any of the ladies.”
“Uncle Spanky,” Kira confessed.
“Oquela. Sabes que, I should have known better than to ask.”
“Be thankful she didn’t do it from the other end,” Mac rolled her eyes. “Of course, he might have taught Sissy that too.”
“I think the next time we have a tri branded show, Uncle Spanky and I are going to have a long talk about his attempted corruption of my daughters,” Paul said. “But right now, both of you need to get into the bathtub. Consiga mover,” he added, pointing to the bathroom.
About an hour later:
Montana knocked gently on the door of Room 202, checking her watch to make sure she wasn’t late and relieved to find she’d been right on time after all. Traffic had been horrible with both the show tonight and a county fair event both happening at the same time.
Mac had answered the door, and both she and Kira had gone on the attack upon spying Montana.
“Well! Talk about a warm welcome,” she chuckled. “Where’s your dad?”
“Peeing,” Kira answered.
“Sissy!” Mac exclaimed. “Quit saying Papi’s business.”
“But she asked,” Kira protested.
“You could’ve said he was in the bathroom, silly girl.”
“Anyway,” Montana interjected, “what would you girls like to do tonight?”
“Can we play Twister again?” Mac asked.
“If you like. Are you sure you girls aren’t too tired from your outing this afternoon?”
“We had naps,” Kira announced.
“Aha,” Montana nodded before she spied Paul emerging from the bathroom.
“Oh good, you’re here,” he grinned. “As you can see, they’re bathed and in pajamas, and they’ve been fed. The list of stuff is on the desk over there. The usual stuff, really.”
“All right,” she nodded. “I’m surprised I made it on time, considering the traffic. Between the demolition derby happening at that fair and your show tonight, it’s murder out there. Be glad you don’t have to go far.”
“Which is why I’m leaving right now. I don’t want my head on a platter for being late. Anyway, I hope you can stick around for a bit when I get back here, because I want to talk to you about something. I’ll have a bit more time then.”
“Sure, it isn’t a problem,” Montana replied.
“And don’t let these two wear you out the way they did Shaun,” he laughed.
“Right. Most likely, they’ll be in dream land by the time you come back, just like the last few times. Don’t worry, the girls will be fine. Just concentrate on doing a great match tonight.”
As she saw the door close in front of her, Montana couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted to discuss with her. For now, however, it was time to set up another round of Twister with two adorable little girls to whom she’d grown attached in spite of herself.
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