Stuck-Up Suit

by Vi Keeland

It was a box of green Betty Down There Hair Color with a sticky note that read, I wasn’t sure if the carpet matched the curtains.

There were no words…just a complete state of disbelief and confusion. Because if I didn’t know better, I would have thought I was looking into the face of my mother.

“No. We’re not a happy family waiting on the stick to show a plus sign. I’m waiting to find out if you’ve robbed me of four years of my daughter’s life. Either way, it won’t be a Hallmark moment, and you won’t be sharing it with me.”

“She has a tongue ring. I saw it the other day.” “Yes. And it feels incredible on my cock.”

“You’d summer in Brooklyn?” “I’d summer inside of you. It doesn’t matter where I am anymore.”

“Why are you…walking a goat?”

Stopppp

“He’s a man. If you drop to your knees, you won’t be able to beg for anything. Your mouth will be too full.”

“Were you married to my father who died? Mom told me having two dads is called being gay.”

Chloe proudly exclaimed, “Yes. I’m gonna be a big sister, and I have two dads. I’m gay!”

LMFAOOOOOOO

“You know, the word gay means happy.” Chloe smiled with her head still on my belly. “Then, I’m very, very gay.”