Chapter 54
Montana and Paul were back from their honeymoon for several weeks, but not without incident.
He had gotten injured in a match; luckily, it was only a sprain and he wouldn't be out for long. Montana didn't complain either, being it meant she would get to spend some extra time with her husband and she loved spoiling him.
Shortly after Mac had turned seven and Kira four, Kira had gotten chicken pox from another child in her preschool. A whiny, itchy preschooler and a pained, whiny husband would have grated on any woman's nerves, but Montana took it graciously. The good part about the whole thing was that all of the others had already suffered through chicken pox sometime in their lives, so there was no danger of Kira infecting anyone else.
"What did I do to deserve you again?" Paul asked as Montana sat dinner down in front of him.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe just being a good man?" She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Eat, you. I just checked on Kira and she's asleep."
"How is my little spotted one?" he wondered.
"As good as a four year old with chicken pox can get, I suppose. I put socks on her hands so she won't be scratching and picking."
"Oh, that should be fun. What's that last, about a week or two?"
"That's what the doctor said. I gave her some baby Benedryl to help with the itching."
"Poor kid. She's probably going nuts up there."
"Well, I put the spare TV in there and Mac's been keeping her entertained with Super Mario between homework, so I don't think she's suffering too much in that department."
"Aha, nothing like being sidelined. This inactive shit sucks for me too."
"Well, you only have a sprain, thank God. You should be good in about a couple of weeks."
"A couple weeks too long. Hey, speaking of which, Spanky dumped Bitchzilla."
"Yeah, I heard about that weeks ago. He's going out with Mariah, where have you been?"
"Wait….dude hooked up with Mimi and neither of those two shits has said anything? How the hell did this happen? I know they were good friends, but—"
"Let's just say you and I weren't the only ones having fun on our wedding night," Montana cut in.
"I knew about that part," Paul replied. "Shaun told me. Holy shit, though, I thought it was just going to be a booty call thing until he got married. I wasn't thinking they'd actually get serious. Wait until I see his happy ass next time."
"And happy ass your little buddy is."
"Well, I will admit Mimi is a far step up from Bitchzilla as far as I am concerned."
"Shaun and Byron have been seeing a lot of each other also. Looks like things are going smooth for our crowd."
"Keith got a job with TNA too. I bet he and Marylin have some hefty battles."
"I would like to be paint on the wall for one of those conversations," Montana nodded, and then yawned.
"Why don't you go lay down for a bit?" Paul suggested. "I can keep an ear out for Kira."
"Yeah, that's like the blind leading the blind. Besides, I still have to do the dishes."
"Mac and I can finish that."
"Right, you're going to do that on a sprained ankle."
"I've done things on much worse, baby," he replied. "Go lay down. You've been running your ass ragged since we got back from Mexico anyway. You haven't even been to the doctor for your B-12 shot. Between the two, no wonder you've been tired."
"I haven't been that tired," she chuckled.
"You're tired. Go lay down," he repeated again.
"All right, but if your leg gets messed up because you aren't doing what you've been told, it's no skin off my teeth."
"Just go to bed for a couple of hours. I think the kids and I can live without you that long."
A short time later:
Montana lay in bed in a way grateful for the break, but at the same time, worried about other things that needed to be done and how Paul was going to accomplish anything with that injury.
He had been right about one thing, though; she had been going practically nonstop since their wedding, even accompanying him to a couple of weekend shows here and there with the girls. Montana had immediately gotten into family life after their wedding, with the highlight being that the adoption of Mac and Kira had become official on Kira's birthday. She really was their mother now.
Then Montana's father had been briefly hospitalized for a mild heart attack and her mother in law had also spent two days in the hospital being observed after a fainting spell. Happily, both had fully recovered with no lasting effects.
On top of the present situation of Paul's injury and Kira's chicken pox; in addition to being more tired than usual (which she blamed on the chaos following the wedding), she hadn't had her period yet. This didn't concern Montana in the least, being her periods were always erratic from the time she was in her late twenties and her previous one had been light. One of her aunts had gone into early menopause in her mid thirties, so she had dismissed it as that.
Still, Paul had also been right about her not having a B-12 shot since she had gotten married. Yawning, she made a mental note to call her doctor in the morning. She was due for an annual physical checkup anyway.
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