Nothing Less Than Everything

by Maggie C. Gates

“Okay,” Heidi said as she commandeered a lobby coffee table and spread out the brick of brochures she had procured from the kiosk near the front desk. “So tomorrow I was thinking that we could get up early and head out to Devil’s Bridge. Then we could come back, shower and get cute and shop our way through Redcliff Quay. And then for dinner, this guy I was chatting with on the plane said that we should—” Heidi was cut off by Gideon throwing her over his shoulder like a ragdoll. She let out a squeak and swatted at his ass. I was laughing right up until the moment my world turned upside down. I shrieked right before my nose smacked against Tatum’s left butt cheek. My torso swayed back and forth as he marched out of the lobby with my body hanging off his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “If you fart in my face, you’re sleeping outside.” “But the brochures!” I heard Heidi whimper from a few feet ahead of us. “We’re not getting out of bed until dinner,” Gideon said. “You can have female bonding time next week when Tatum and I play in Miami.” Gideon peeled off to the left with his wife while Tatum continued to march a few thousand more feet. At least that’s what it felt like. I was getting a migraine from all the blood rushing to my head. My lips were tingly, and my feet were numb.