Wrapping Up(19)

As he gave one final tug, the turkey leg came loose and flung back with force, hitting Miranda directly in the eye, making a loud smack sound. Ty dropped the turkey leg on his plate and got his wife to a sitting position while she held her hand over her eye where the leg had hit her. As he pried away her hand, a greasy wet spot covered all around her eye. It was already starting to get red. She couldn’t open her eyes on account of a combination of the pain and the grease.

I ran over and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the kitchen. “Oh my God! Come with me. We need to get your eye cleaned out.”

I could hear the commotion as Ty and I walked an injured Miranda to the kitchen. “Baby, oh my God, I am so sorry.”

I leaned her head under the sink and let the water run over her eye. “Just try to get the grease out.”

“It burns like a bitch.” Poor Miranda tried to not cry as she was under that spicket. Ty never let go of her and I knew he felt horrible. He kept rubbing her back, while looking like he wanted to inflict pain on himself for hurting his woman. When she finally pulled away from the water and dried her face off, all I could see was the red welt forming around her eye. “How bad is it?”

I put my fist near my mouth and started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. “I’m so sorry, it’s just that I can’t believe you got smacked in the eye by a turkey leg.”

She looked from Ty then back to me. “Can you still see it?”

Ty looked down. “Shit, I’m sorry, Baby, but you’re going to get a black eye.”

“I’m what?” She went running toward the bathroom. We chased after her, passing the family who was busy stuffing their faces. “Holy hell! Jesus, Ty.” She leaned into the mirror and kept looking at the injury. “It looks terrible. How are we goin’ to explain this? There is no way in hell anyone is goin’ to believe that I got hit with a turkey leg.”

Ty leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “You could tell them I hit you in the eye with my meat.”

I jabbed him in the side and rolled my eyes. “Idiot.”

“What? She did get hit in the eye with my meat. What’s wrong with the truth?”

Miranda leaned over and wiped her eye a few more times before turning to face us. She took her finger and pushed it against Ty’s chest. “You’re so lucky that I love you and know that you already have injured balls, or else I would be planning on paying you back while you slept.”

We started walking back to the dining room. Ty leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Should I be afraid of her putting rocks in socks and beating me to a pulp?”

I cocked my eyebrow. “Maybe.”

As we walked back into the room with our family, everyone noted Miranda’s Thanksgiving injury and the teasing began. Poor Ty was then made fun of for the rest of the meal. He never touched the turkey leg on his plate and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be involved in battling for it next year.

It was funny, I should have been uncomfortable for being caught red-handed in the closet with my husband, but looking around at the people in the room only made me feel happy. We’d been through so much and no matter what crazy thing came our way, we’d always be family, which was the most important part of life.





Chapter 8

Colt

After the attack of the turkey leg on Miranda’s eye, we managed to have a semi-normal dinner. Of course, the babies were a challenge and ended up being passed around like little sacks of potatoes. There were enough adults to manage them and allow everyone a turn to eat.

As Miranda’s eye continued to redden and swell, Ty went into makeup mode. I don’t think there was a second that his hands weren’t somewhere on or around his wife, and it wasn’t even in a perverted kind of way. We all knew it was an accident, a funny one at that.

Savanna had managed to give everyone a feast they would never forget. Obviously, they could also remember this unforgettable Thanksgiving from the simple fact that they caught us in the closet getting it on. I knew she was devastated at the time, but in the big picture of things, I wanted my wife no matter if she was pregnant, or even covered in food from cooking. It made me happy that the longer we were married, the more I seemed to grow to love her even more.

Since another football game was about to come on, us guys cleared the table like we did every year and then retreated to the living room. Noah and Bella were taken upstairs by my mother-in-law to get cleaned up. Where they got those crazy ideas, I will never know. Sometimes I wondered if Ty slipped them money and ideas just to get to my wife. Since he looked as shocked as I did that his daughter had colored herself brown and attached feathers to her head, I would say that he was left in the dark, at least this time.