Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 79

Elysia had been out for quite some time, and Evan was getting antsy about finding her.

But Blossom, ever the protective one, wasn’t keen on letting him venture out alone. So, Evan fibbed about needing to use the bathroom for a number two.

With Blossom none the wiser, he made his sneaky escape.

And just his luck, there he spotted Tarquin and Elysia engaged in conversation in the hallway.

Hiding at a distance, he couldn’t make out their words, but the stormy look on his mommy’s face said it all.

In his little mind, Tarquin was clearly the villain who had upset his precious mom.

An eye for an eye, he thought. If Mom’s upset, Tarquin won’t get off easy either.

So, the little guy was on a mission to even the score. He eavesdropped by the door, catching the lively buzz inside, punctuated by toasts to the “birthday boy.”

Evan scoffed silently.

A birthday, huh? Big whoop.

He spied a waiter wheeling over a cart with a birthday cake, and his eyes twinkled with mischief as he sauntered toward it. As he drew closer, he couldn’t help but express his

awe.

“Wow, what a gorgeous cake! I’d kill for a slice.”

The waiter, charmed by the cuteness, paused, saying with a smile, “It sure is pretty, but it’s for someone else. It’s not polite to eat without asking. If you want some sweets, just ask your folks to holler at one of us. We’ve got plenty of other treats in the back.”

are always out of reach, huh? Oh, what’s that

pointed his tiny finger at the

glanced up, and in that split second, Evan

topper, not

Don’t keep the birthday boy

and rolled

finger, savoring the sweetness of the stolen frosting.

muttered, grinning wickedly as the cake disappeared Into the

loud “BANG!” erupted from the party room,

With a smug humph, he strolled towards the bathroom, whistling a tune,

had exploded, showering Tarquin in a sloppy mess.

Tarquin was now a cake monster, covered from head to toe. He gasped in shock, nearly losing his cool – never had he been so humiliated, especially not in front

reigned, Booker finally burst out, “Fuck! Who’s fucking with me on my day? You win; you got me. Just wait till I find out who you are, and when your birthday rolls around, I’ll show you…”

a prank from one of the

everyone else thought the same,

dwell on

guys was nothing out of the ordinary. But with it being Booker’s day,

occupied, he headed to the one

when he

front of the kiddie toilet, fumbling with

eyes met – a

and a boy.

not been for the boy’s lively eyes, he might have mistaken

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so good, what a shame,” he muttered, grinning wickedly as

into the room.