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bedroom ranch with black shutters is nestled in a lush cluster of
pine trees.  I love this house.  But more importantly, I love the two men
inside of it.  My heart literally hurts to think about not being with Carter.
    “Carter doesn’t
have a small penis, by the way,” I say, breaking the silence.
    “So you’ve told
me.  Several times,” Liz deadpans.
    “I’m sorry I
keep bugging you about this.”
    “Don’t
apologize. That’s what I’m here for.  Just talk to him about it.  You can thank
me for my sage advice by remembering that, as my maid of honor, you are
required to keep any and all passé bachelorette party activities as far away
from me as possible this weekend,” Liz reminds me.
    Liz and Jim’s
wedding date is fast approaching.  Being as far removed from a typical bride as
possible, Liz had vetoed a traditional bachelorette party and instead decided
it would just be one big co-ed night out.  Maybe that’s what Carter and I need
- a night out with friends without any work or parenting responsibilities.  I
thank Liz again and quickly hang up the phone so I can go in the house and
greet my boys.
     
    ~
     
    “I’m home!” I
yell as I close the front door behind me and set my purse down on the table
next to it.
    A flash of color
darts into the room and barrels into me.
    “Mommy’s home!”
Gavin cheers as I pick him up and start walking further into the house.
    “Where’s Daddy?”
I ask as I rub his back while he clings to me.
    “He’s gettin’
ready for work.”
    I walk into the
bedroom and set him down on top of the bed, bouncing onto the mattress next to
him.  Gavin stands up and starts jumping up and down and singing.
    “Woke up dis
mornin’, got myself a gun!”
    Before I can
tell him to stop, Carter walks out of the bathroom, popping his head through
the neck of a tee shirt and then pulling the material the rest of the way down
over his stomach.
    “Hey, baby,” he
greets me with a smile as he makes his way over to the bed, leans over, and
gives me a kiss.  He lingers against my mouth and rubs his lips back and forth
against mine before pulling away so he can look at me.
    “Did you let our
son watch 'The Sopranos' again today? I ask him with a raise of my
eyebrows.
    Carter laughs
nervously and backs away. “No, why would you think that?”
    Gavin stops
bouncing on the bed and looks at Carter.
    “Yes you did, Daddy. 
Don’t you wemember?  Big Pussy cried and you called him a pansy-ass,” he says
earnestly.
    I look at Carter
pointedly.
    “And tell me you
didn’t take him out in public today with that shirt on.”
    We both look at
Gavin’s shirt that boldly states, “They shake me.”
    “I can neither
confirm nor deny those rumors,” Carter says as he sits down next to me on the
bed so he can put his shoes on.  “Let’s just say we had lunch with Uncle Drew,
and if I didn’t put the new shirt on Gavin that he bought him, there would have
been a scene.”
    “I’m pretty sure
Gavin would have been fine if you refrained from putting him in that shirt,” I
tell him.
    “I’m not talking
about Gavin.  Have you met Drew?”
    Gavin takes a
leap off of the bed and runs out of the room.  I scoot closer to Carter and
rest my head on his shoulder.  He lifts one arm and wraps it around my
shoulder, pulling me against his side.  He seems okay right now, so I figure
there is no need to ruin the moment and ask him what his problem has been the
past few days and if he still loves me.
    “Sometimes I
really hate that you work nights,” I tell him softly, wrapping my arms around
his waist.
    He turns and
kisses me, easing both of us back onto the bed so we are laying in a tangle of
legs and arms.
    “You don’t have
to lie. I know you like the peace and quiet during the week and having control
over the remote,” he says with a smile as he brushes a piece of hair out of my
eyes.
    “You’re right, I
do.  But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you.  It just means 'The