Mockingbird: a Songbird Sequel INCOMPLETE- ON GALATEA 11/10

Three: Colt

"Seems like we interrupted my brother trying to get it in," Cora answered.

"Shoot me," I pleaded, my head still pressed into my woman's shoulder. "Just fucking take me out back and shoot me."

Lennie laughed and turned her head, pressing a kiss to the very top of my head. "You'll survive."

"I don't even think I want to anymore."

"Shut up, you big baby. You've got all week to nail her as many times as you want."

"He has the rest of his life," Lennie corrected.

"Not long enough," I sighed, finally picking my head up. I pressed my lips to hers, quick but firm. "Be safe. Have fun."

"We'll see you in a bit," she responded before giving me another sweet peck. "Love you."

"Love you, too." I stepped back so that she could start her adventure, but laughed as my eyes saw the words stitched into the back brim of her hat. "What the hell does your hat say?"

"Beach, Please," Lennie responded, flipping her hair over her shoulder and striking a little pose. "You like?"

"Very nice," I chuckled.

"Mine says "Mimosa Time"," Cora stated.

I just shook my head. "Mel?"

"Beach Vibes Only."

"Y'all are nuts."

"You want one? I got em on Amazon Prime," Lennie stated.

"I think I'm good."

"Ya sure? I think there was one that said something about Five O'Clock Somewhere..."

"I'll pass."

"Your loss. Bye, gorgeous."

"Bye, baby."

I watched Lennie shake her ass out the door as if she was trying to taunt me. She probably was, because that was the exact kind of thing my future wife would do. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

When the girls arrived back from the store, the guys and I were already a few beers deep and playing bean bags on the beach. Leon and I were killing Travis and Carter, but I wasn't sure they were even trying. Either that or Carter had worse aim than I had ever imagined.

"We brought dinner!" Cora called from the porch.

"WE'RE BUSY!" Carter shouted back.

"Dude, you're losing so bad, it doesn't fucking matter," Leon laughed before clinking his red cup against mine.

"We can come back from this!" Carter insisted.

"Like hell. I could start throwing with my feet and we'd steal beat your ass," I responded.

"Now, that I'd like to see," Cora giggled. "C'mon, food's hot."

"Fine." Carter flung a final beanbag at the board in front of Leon and I, and somehow his half-assed throw made it in, which made Leon and I dissolve into hysterics. "Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me."

"Goddamn, bro," I said through near tears. "You're better when you don't try."

"Fuck off."

"Aw. Mr. Pouty Pants," I taunted, slinging an arm over Carter's shoulder as we made our way to the house. "It's okay, Cart. We know you suck at everything."

"That's not what your woman said."                    

"Ha ha ha," I laughed sarcastically. "She wouldn't touch you with a twelve-foot pole."