Finding Mayhem

by Layla Frost

When I’d heard she died, I couldn’t say I was sad. I could, however, say I’d toasted whatever hell she burned in. They needed the luck.

I added that to the fictional movie plans in my head. It could just be him as an antihero who winked at the camera for ninety minutes. It would break box office records and sweep at award season.

There was only so much I could resist. I was only so strong. Only human. Sure, the hot man with the dimples and the wink was persuasive. But it was the promise of cheese that did me in.

My ugly green fridge was left a barren wasteland of cucumber water and pickles. Because some pregnancy stereotypes were based in fact.

Any further questions?” Yeah. Why the fuck are you so goddamn cute?

It must’ve been the day for red. Because what else was red? Flags. Lots of them. But I must’ve been colorblind because I ignored them all.

“Eating your pussy till your taste is permanently tattooed on my tongue,”

“Black olive and jalapeño. It’s got folate, iron, protein. Good for Squish.” Squish. He said Squish.

“I love spicy food.” “I know.” He knows. Of course he does. “Except the heartburn.” Shifting me to the side, he pulled something out of his pocket and set it on the table. Antacids. “I know,” he repeated. Not just does he know. He knows. And not just am I in big trouble. I’m in huge trouble.

“Yeah, but does your place have curtains and wallpaper covered in teddy bears whose eyes follow you wherever you move?” He looked over my head at said curtains and grimaced. “It does not.”

I was charming, sexy, and a fuckin’ delight, but I doubted it was me he wanted to be near.

“Lie to me and tell me I don’t want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

she took it all—my dick, my cum, my sanity, my fuckin’ soul.

It took less than a minute for her breath to even out, but I stayed awake. ’Cause under my palm, Squish rolled and kicked. And I didn’t wanna miss any of it.

If Mac wasn’t already pregnant, I’d be climbing into bed with her later to make it happen. Instead, I’d do it for the practice.

“Hold her like your edibles just kicked in, and she’s the last burrito in the world.”

“You’re my hero and my hero.”

As far as I’m concerned, she,” I put my hand on her stomach, “is my baby. And I’ve felt that way for longer than you’re gonna wanna hear.”

she was mine the first time Squish rolled under my palm.