Chapter 69
“Dude, did you close the door?” Paul demanded, yelling in the direction of the bathroom. “I swear to Christ I do not want to hear or see you pissing!”
“Okay, okay,” Brian replied. “Damn, if I didn’t know better, crabby as you are, I’d think you were the one that was nine months pregnant instead of Montana.”
“It’s common courtesy, Spanky. Besides, Kira caught you in the act one day.”
“What? She saw me using the john?”
“To say the least. You’re lucky I’m letting you live. Seriously, man, when the kids are around, try to be a little more careful what you‘re doing, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. If I’d known that, dude, I’d shut the door in the first place. The last thing I’d need on my head is a four year old being corrupted. That’s your job.”
“Very funny, Spanky.”
Soon Paul heard flushing and water running before the door opened. “So anyway, what did you need for me to do?” Brian asked.
“I have to go to this meeting thing; think you can run Montana to the doctor? Beverly’s already gotten picking Kira up from preschool covered.”
“So let me get this straight. You want me to take a pregnant chick to the doctor? “
“Yes. Is there a problem?”
“Uh….no. I don’t think so anyway. But what if…?”
“Dude, she isn’t due for another three weeks if that’s what you’re worried about,” Paul reassured him.
“Oh…then it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Right. And it’s only a twenty minute drive anyway. I don’t want her being alone when she’s this close to being due. Think you can do this without screwing it up?”
“What can go wrong in twenty minutes?”
“Given your record, Spanky, just about anything. And don’t drive like a maniac either.”
“Okay, okay, PL; don’t open a vein. I can do this. I’ll take wifey to the doctor and bring her home. No problem.”
“Good. Her appointment is at one thirty, but they usually want her there about ten minutes early to register and shit.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“I know, especially at times when she has to sit there for another half an hour.”
“Oh gee, thanks for letting me know that part, dude.” Brian rolled his eyes.
“You don’t have to stay with Montana,” Paul replied. “She’ll call you when she’s finished.”
“In that case, I can pick up some cat food, and then have a few smokes and some coffee while I‘m waiting then,” Brian grinned. “Have a nice meeting.”
Several hours later:
Paul had come back from his meeting and had picked up Kira from Beverly’s, spending time with his younger daughter before Mac had come home from school. It was then he had realized that Montana still wasn’t back from the doctor yet.
She had run over at her appointments before, but never this long, and Paul was a bit annoyed that no one had called him; even more so, Brian hadn’t answered his own phone.
Just when he was about to try again, Paul’s phone rang, with an exasperated-sounding Brian on the other end.
“Dude, I’m at the hospital, and you better get here quick! I think Montana’s popping out Mini PL!”
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