Danny

Stubborn: Part I

“It will be fine,” Jodi said, but something, mostly the fact that his father was shaking his head and mouthing, “It’s not fine,” told him that this wasn’t fine.

That, and the fact that his wife was in the fetal position, hugging the hand that she’d landed on wrong after an unfortunate incident that involved their sons’ collection of dinosaurs, Legos, and a remote control car that their baby girl had been trying to figure out how to drive when she was carrying laundry into the boy’s room.

“I-I just need some ice,” Jodi said softly as Danny glanced at his… Read More

Just Tired: Part III

Cough. “I’m thirsty.” Cough.

“No,” Danny mumbled with a yawn into his pillow, as he shifted to get more comfortable, careful to keep his arm wrapped around his wiggling wife.

“But, I’m ever so thirsty,” Jodi said with a sniffle.

“No,” he said, too damn exhausted to play this game.

“But-”

“No,” he said more firmly, as he tightened his arm around her and pulled her closer to prevent anymore attempted escapes.

“But, I’m fine,” she promised him with a little wiggle and a sigh that he wasn’t buying, not… Read More

Just Tired: Part II

“I’m gonna go lie down upstairs,” Jodi mumbled around a yawn, as she grabbed her pillow and cellphone and headed upstairs while he sat there, wondering why she wasn’t terrorizing the neighborhood by now.

It had been twenty minutes and…nothing.

She wasn’t running around the house, stripping naked as she made her way towards the front door, throwing a bag of flour in the oven to bake him a cake, trying to jump out the window, or going live on Facebook so that she could reminisce about just good it had felt that time he’d bent her over the picnic table… Read More

Tired: An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“No!” Jodi said, stubbornly shaking her head as she released a miserable groan. “I’m fine.”

“Jodi…” Danny said, sighing heavily even as he glanced over his shoulder to check to make sure that his mother had everything she needed to take care of the twins for the day only to find his mother and Sebastian, her helper for the day, sending him the Mocking Jay sign from The Hunger Games and making him groan, because this was going to be a long fucking… Read More

Easter Surprise

“How many bags does that make?” Jason asked even as he stared down at the massive amount of empty plastic Easter eggs that needed to be filled for the Fire Department’s annual Easter egg hunt.

“Thirty-five bags,” Jodi, his cousin by marriage, mumbled from where she lay, curled up on the couch across from him with her hand resting on the large swell of her stomach.

“That’s what you said an hour ago,” Danny said, glaring down at his wife even as he reached over and covered her hand with his own.

“It would probably be easier to figure out how many… Read More