Chapter 20
“Papi, we’re hungry,” Mac announced when she and Kira tapped on the door the next morning.
“What the….” Paul began groggily, the knocks waking him and Montana. He looked at the clock. Seven thirty.
“Guys, come on; you could wake the dead with that noise. Is anyone else even up yet?”
“Daddy probably is,” Montana yawned. “He always did get up with the chickens.”
“Huh?”
“Our saying for people that are early risers.”
“Oh.” Paul pulled back the covers and saw himself totally nude. “Christ! Good thing the door was locked.”
Montana couldn’t help but grin as she got up and threw on some clothes of her own. “Yeah, you ended up enjoying yourself last night after all.”
“Because you had to be a fucking tease,” he countered, getting dressed. “I told you you were asking for trouble.”
“And trouble I indeed got,” she said, giving him a deep kiss and grabbing his ass.
“Papi,” Kira said outside the door.
“We’re coming, baby girl,” Paul said, breaking the embrace from Montana.
He opened the door, finding both girls fully dressed. “You guys have your clothes on already?”
“Uh huh,” Mac nodded. “Mrs. Hayes helped us. Logan‘s already downstairs. They told us to come get you”
“I rather figured Tasha was awake,” Montana replied, sniffing the air. “That doesn’t smell like the type of breakfast Daddy would cook.”
“I would have been happy with a breakfast burrito. No one had to go all out.”
“This is the norm around here, Paul,” Montana nodded. “Even Daddy made me and Sly breakfast when we were kids before he’d go to the post office, though it wasn’t the caliber of what Tasha does now.”
“Well, there are the sleeping beauties,” Jack greeted them. “You’re just on time; Tasha has everything about ready.”
Sly looked over his paper with a knowing grin and winking. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you two settled in and slept well last night.”
Oh God, Paul thought. Mon’s brother did hear us fucking, even when we were making the effort to be quiet…
“Um…..yeah,” he finally answered, feeling himself turn red.
“It’s certainly quieter and more comfortable here than the usual rounds of hotels,” Montana added.
Tasha came in with several plates, plopping them in front of the kids and Paul.
“Holy hell,” he said, eying the plate of pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast. “This is a normal breakfast for y’all?”
Tasha poked his ribs. “Yes. Dig in, big boy; you could use some fattening up.”
“This coming from a woman who’s barely a hundred pounds,” Sly spoke up.
“And you need to get your own bony ass in the kitchen to help me carry in the rest of the stuff,” Tasha retorted.
“I can help, Tash,” Montana volunteered.
“No guests help in my house and your brother needs to get off his lazy ass anyway.”
“Lazy ass,” Sly groaned, getting up. “Never mind I bust it sixty hours the rest of the week to keep her and the boy in style.”
“Don’t mind them,” Jack grinned, noting the look on Paul’s face. “They go back and forth like that all the time. All in fun.”
“One thing you’ll find out about those two is they have a strange sense of humor,” Montana added.
The couple returned, carrying more breakfast goodies. “And in case anyone was wondering, yes, Tasha did leave something in the kitchen to make for dinner,” Sly joked.
“You’re funny, Dad,” Logan snickered.
“Yeah,” Mac agreed, giggling.
Sly studied his wife’s plate, containing only toast. “You cooked all this shit and that’s the only thing you’re eating?”
“Toast and coffee is usually my norm, Sly,” Tasha answered.
“Jesus, no wonder you have no ass,” he responded.
“Won’t argue there,” Jack spoke up. “That’s the problem with women nowadays, all up in those crazy diets. Always nice to see a lady with some meat, kind of like my Montana over there.”
“I could stand to lose a few myself,” Montana replied.
“Bullshit,” Paul said. “One thing I can’t stand are skinny ass girls who have no curve to them. You even think about it, I will tie you to a chair, poke you with forks and force feed you junk food.”
“You’re definitely my kind of fellow,” Jack smiled and nodded. “I’ve been telling Tasha Lynn over there for years she could put on a few pounds. Why, when she was pregnant with Logan, she looked real good, didn’t she, Sylvester?”
“Right with you on that one, Dad,” Sly nodded.
“As my pops once said, ‘would you rather sleep with a pillow or a pole?’ I think the pillow is a better option,” Paul grinned.
“Amen to that,” Jack grinned back, raising his coffee mug.
“I looked like a whale when I was pregnant,” Tasha protested. “And it took me forever to get back to my present size after Logan was born.”
“What’s ‘pregnant’?” Kira wondered.
“Um….Kira?” Paul began. “Little girls shouldn’t–”
“When a girl is having a baby,” Logan explained before Paul could finish.
“How do we have a baby?” Kira pressed.
“Sissy, remember Papi said he’d talk to us about that when we got bigger?” Mac asked.
“Which is exactly the right time,” Paul added. “When you two are bigger.”
“Me and Mac can ask Uncle Spanky,” Kira said.
“You will do no such thing, little lady,” Paul replied, raising an eyebrow and staring at his younger daughter.
“Excuse me for asking, but who is Uncle Spanky?” Sly wondered.
“Paul’s best friend and former tag partner before they were split in the last draft,” Montana explained. “His actual name is Brian, and trust me, it will take me the rest of the day to fill you in on that character.”
“And ‘character’ doesn’t even begin to describe him,” Paul added.
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