Chapter 13
“Can I tell you a secret?” Kira whispered to her sister.
“Sissy!” Mac scolded, “we have to go to sleep. You know Papi will get mad when he comes back and sees we are still up.”
“I still got a secret,” Kira grinned.
Mac rolled her eyes, figuring it some silly thing only little kids like Kira came up with. “What is it?”
“I saw ‘Tana and Papi kissing!”
Mac sat up, now interested. “When was this?”
“Before he left,” Kira nodded. “And it was a big kiss!”
“Oh wow,” Mac said dreamily. “I hoped Papi would love her!”
“Me too!” Kira cheered. “You think she could be our new mami, Mac?”
“I don’t know, Sissy. But it sure would be cool is Miss Montana was.”
“Girls?” Montana called from the other room. “Time to sleep. No more talking.”
They huddled under the covers, giggling.
“You think she’ll kiss him when he gets back?” Kira whispered.
“Maybe,” Mac whispered back, “but we might be sleeping by then.”
“Girls, sleepy time,” Montana reminded them again.
“See?” Mac said. “We gotta go to sleep now before Papi gets back or he‘ll be mad and Miss Montana in trouble.”
“Okay,” Kira nodded, “but I wish we could see them kiss again!”
Later that night:
The girls had been long asleep by the time Paul returned to the room, looking exhausted.
“My God,” Montana said sympathetically, “you look like death warmed over.”
“Thanks, baby; if you had to battle seven other guys, six of them way bigger than you, you’d look like this too.”
“I didn’t say it to be mean,” she responded, rubbing his shoulders. “I take it you didn’t win this one either.”
“Shit. I was the fifth dude tossed out. And I do this again why?”
“Because you are living the dream you had since you were eleven,” Montana reminded him.
“Oh, right. So how were the girls tonight after today’s fiasco with Spanky? By the way, the little fucker got tossed out first tonight, so in a way, I did kick his ass.”
“Eliminated first? Ouch. Anyway, Mac and Kira were fine. I had to nag them a few times to go to sleep, but other than that, just another girls’ night in.”
“You know, you guys don’t have to stay in the room all the time. You can take them out once in awhile if you want.”
“Oh we did go out for dinner earlier, but I’m not usually comfortable taking other people’s children too many places in a strange city.”
He patted her thigh. “Don’t be so overprotective, Mon. They’re used to ‘strange cities’ by now, trust me.”
“All right, but I don’t want to feel responsible if God forbid, something should happen to one or both of them. And don’t worry, Kira won’t be drinking any beer either.”
“Well thank God she didn’t have any sick effects from that shit or I’d kicked Spanky’s ass to hell and back for sure.”
“I’m sure she didn’t drink that much where it really mattered. She was fine all evening, ate like a little piggy and even wrestled on the floor with Mac before they got too rough and I had to break it up.”
“Hmmmm, and to think you didn’t to have any fun,” Paul said, rubbing her leg gently. “How about since the short ones are asleep, we have a little match of our own on the bed over there?”
“Oh right, so I can have every bone in my body broken by a man eight inches taller than I am and outweighs me by at least thirty pounds? No thanks.”
He came up and kissed her. “I promise I’ll be gentle this time.”
About a half hour later:
Kira woke up, hearing strange noises before nudging her sister awake.
“Sissy, what is it now?” Mac groaned.
“I hear noise,” Kira replied. “I’m scared.”
Mac sat up. “Yeah, now that you said it, so do I. Maybe Papi can take care of it and beat up whoever is making the noise. Stay here; I’ll go get him.”
“Okay,” Kira said before hiding back under the covers.
Mac had been gone for several minutes before she returned to the room, giggling.
“Did Papi get who was making the noise?” Kira asked, still nervous.
“Silly girl,” Mac replied, still giggling, “that was just him and Miss Montana wrestling under the blankets!”
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