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.”

adorably. “The best ones are always out of reach, huh? Oh, what’s that on top?

finger at

three waiters glanced up, and in that split second, Evan slipped a little something into

topper, not a candle,” they

going. Don’t keep

chuckled and rolled the

his finger, savoring the sweetness

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

after, a loud “BANG!” erupted from the party room,

strolled towards the bathroom, whistling a tune, hands buried in his

exploded, showering Tarquin

Booker, Tarquin was now a cake monster, covered from head to toe. He gasped in shock, nearly losing his

Booker finally burst out, “Fuck! Who’s fucking with me on my day? You win; you got me.

prank from one of the guests.

tension eased as everyone else thought the same, and laughter

dwell on it.

But with it being Booker’s day, Tarquin swallowed his anger, storming off

restroom occupied, he headed to the one outside.

when he

in front of the kiddie toilet, fumbling with his trousers.

– a grown

and a boy.

brow furrowed. Had it not been for the boy’s

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a shame,” he muttered, grinning wickedly as the cake

into the room.