Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
I’ve never been tossed around so much. As we hit each bend I’m thrown into Sasha but it’s the greatest time ever. I feel sick, I feel high…I’ve never been high but this has to be it. My veins are pumping a heavy, static buzz around my body that I’m sure if there was no light you’d be able to see in the form of a bright blue glow.
And then it ends. My lungs constrict, my throat is sore, but holy crap. “I want to go again.”
We turn towards each other, grin and burst into a fit of giggles. Her messy hair no doubt mirrors my own.
On trembling legs, we exit the ride enclosure down a set of metal steps with small and random ovular holes in them.
“You okay?” Tommy asks us both as he and Nathan check our shaking bodies for any damage.
“Yeah,” we both respond breathlessly at the same time and we share another giggle.
“So, who’s got the map? Where are we going next?”
Nathan pulls it out of the breast pocket of his jacket and unfolds it. Now that it’s open I just know that there’s not a single chance in hell any of us are going to be able to fold it the same way again.
Then, after deciding which path around the theme park we’re going to take, Nathan makes me eat my words and refolds it back to its original state without issue.
“Show off,” I mutter and shove him when he grins smugly at me.
After three constant hours of rides, swapping rounds so everybody gets a turn, kids and Nathan included, we stop for extremely expensive theme park food where Tommy and Nathan battle over the bill. Nathan wins. The burgers aren’t actually that bad; even Nathan agrees and he usually hates fast food. That said, the lettuce within is pitiful; it’s a quarter piece and the ends of the leaf are wilting.
The rest of it is great though. I’ve never felt so hungry but now that I’m full, I’m dreading the loopy rides. We settle on taking the kids on a few rides instead; they’re slower and safer on our bloated bellies.
Out of everything, I think the sea lion show was the shining point for Nathan and Dillan. It had nothing to do with the fact SpongeBob made an appearance… nothing at all.
I’ll never understand their obsession with said cartoon. It’s good but is it obsession worthy? Not in my opinion, though I never make them switch the channel. It makes them happy and that makes me happy.
“Are you having fun?” Nathan asks as we sit in a round boat on a magical water ride through colourful tunnels, each telling their own story with peculiar looking miniature people.
I rest my head on his shoulder and hum, hating that with every passing second we come closer and closer to the end of our day out. It feels as though we’re in a completely different life. Tomorrow it’s back to reality, back to work and back to how things are between us. Let’s hope the past few weeks of tension don’t come flooding back the second we step into its familiar environment.
“I’ve never seen you smile so much.”
My smile has been a permanent fixture all day. So much so that my jaw is aching and so are my cheeks.
“It’s nice.” He kisses my temple and then turns to look at the boat behind us where Tommy and Sasha wrestle with the kids. We both laugh at their struggles.
“It really is,” I agree and sigh away my troubles. I worry too much. Maybe it’s me who has been bringing the tension into the home and that’s why Nathan avoids me so much lately, because of my moods. Or am I talking myself into happiness again based on something that doesn’t exist?
Who knows anymore?
Tommy didn’t propose like Sasha had hoped he would. I’m honestly on the fence now about it. I don’t think he’s ready yet and Sasha being so insistent about it, even behind his back, is going to drive a wedge between them. She needs to calm down and he needs to be prodded. I have zero doubts that he’s completely clueless about Sasha’s constant marriage babbling. She’s becoming so frustrated with it all that she’s going to start taking it out on him. It’s going to become one of those all or nothing things, I can just tell, and that makes me sad. I don’t want either of them to rush into something they aren’t ready for as a couple, but I don’t see them often enough to judge this deeply. I’m probably wrong and I can’t really push on her a thought on a subject I know little about.
It’s easy to have opinions when you’re on the outside looking in.
I’m sure that Sasha herself has many comments on my own life that she’s withholding for the same reasons.