Josh stood there with a cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth and cupped his hands around it as he lit it up. "S'alright," he mumbled. "Ten fucking inches... Good he gets a silver lining to what that bitch did. He won't ever really get some things back."
The comment was as close to deep as he was feeling tonight, and he took a drag on his cigarette before turning to Riley with a smirk. "Good thing the kid's probably destined to be musical. Otherwise it might have ended up a beauty studio, or some shit." He kept the smoke expertly balanced on his lips as he started towards the front door.
A small part of Josh might have been waiting for the attack dogs to come running out, or maybe just flashing lights and an alarm.
Lachlan heard the doorbell ring and he looked up from the pile of baby items that were literally strewn from floor to celing around the living room. Right in the middle of it, Lachlan was trying to wrestle a clean nappy onto his son, who seemed to not only want to pee all over Lachlan's hands, but maybe a good effort to put his feet anywhere but into the nappy. "TARA!" he called. His wife was making herself scarce upstairs for some reason and why was Riley's baby bag packed and waiting by the door? Last he heard, they weren't going anywhere. She didn't come down to answer the door, though, so Lachlan scooped a squirming, drooling Riley up into his arms. The diaper was in place, but nothing else and now the little baby hand was trying to grab at the pendant around Lachlan's neck again. "Come on, angel. Give Daddy a break," he said, trying to wrestle the pendant from his son's curious hand
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Riley tried not to laugh at the sight of Lachlan in full Dad mode. He was red-faced, baby powder all over the front of his t-shirt, nappy pins stuck in the sleeve with a towel over his shoulder. RJ in his arms wasn't liking be juggled and was looking very close to wanting to start screaming as he squished his dribbling face into his dad's shoulder. "Evening," he greeted with a smirk. "I've got a delivery for you." He stepped aside and pointed to Josh with his thumb.
Josh took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled the smoke off to the side so the baby wouldn't get hit with any of it. He frowned a little as he watched the drooling, wriggling bundle in Lachlan's arms. Then he broke out into one of his trademark smiles.
"Someone ordered a strip-a-gram, but we must have the wrong place. This guy's some hardcore rocker that loves a drink."
"You know, I was doing some reading on that IVF stuff, and I think they said it's better not to have sex. Doesn't that kind of throw a wet blanket over your wedding night, mate?" Josh asked, his eyes full of amusement. Then he blinked, a slight frown appearing. "You two make me sick, you know that, right?"
"I don't want to see any dudes strip full stop, but somehow I think male strippers are going to be the best way for Dr Browne here to kiss single life goodbye since he's a swinger."
Lachlan waved with his beer. "That was strictly hand action. I wasnae allowed to actually consummate anything until we were in the hotel room," he explained. He smirked at Josh and held the bottle up in a toast. "I'm telling you, buddy. Marriage is fecking awesome. Nay any of my one-nighters will ever live up to the mind-blowing lays I've had with Tara. It's different when you're in love."
He took another drink and licked the excess from his lips as he swallowed. He looked at Riley seriously. "I forgot your bachelor party, buddy. I'm sorry."
Riley nodded. "He's right. It really is better when you're in love. You can't beat it."
He waved his hand. "Don't worry about it, mate. Shit's been going on. You can take me for a pint when we get to Scotland," he said with a smirk. "Or twenty."
"Where's the naughtiest place you and the nurse have done it, then?" Josh asked as he glanced at Riley. He then turned his gaze up towards the ceiling as he swallowed some of his beer. "I was in love with a music store clerk once. At least I thought that was it, but then she stopped wearing the cute sweaters and they stopped stocking all the good punk music."
Josh frowned. "Wait, wait. I'm still missing a step. You mentioned Scotland before. When are you all going back to the Mother Land?"
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The comment was as close to deep as he was feeling tonight, and he took a drag on his cigarette before turning to Riley with a smirk. "Good thing the kid's probably destined to be musical. Otherwise it might have ended up a beauty studio, or some shit." He kept the smoke expertly balanced on his lips as he started towards the front door.
A small part of Josh might have been waiting for the attack dogs to come running out, or maybe just flashing lights and an alarm.
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"Someone ordered a strip-a-gram, but we must have the wrong place. This guy's some hardcore rocker that loves a drink."
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"I don't want to see any dudes strip full stop, but somehow I think male strippers are going to be the best way for Dr Browne here to kiss single life goodbye since he's a swinger."
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He took another drink and licked the excess from his lips as he swallowed. He looked at Riley seriously. "I forgot your bachelor party, buddy. I'm sorry."
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He waved his hand. "Don't worry about it, mate. Shit's been going on. You can take me for a pint when we get to Scotland," he said with a smirk. "Or twenty."
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Josh frowned. "Wait, wait. I'm still missing a step. You mentioned Scotland before. When are you all going back to the Mother Land?"
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