Chapter 14
"Oh no," Montana said lowly once they had finished making love.
"What?" Paul asked.
"I thought I heard the girls."
"Oh God," he groaned. "You don't think they heard us, did you?"
"I don't know; you were grunting pretty loud there for awhile."
"Yeah, like you were ever quiet during sex."
"Hey, you're loud enough to wake the dead," Montana countered laughingly.
"Anyway," Paul cleared his throat, "I think there are some little ears awake."
He grabbed his boxers from the floor beside the bed and slid them on and then tossed her one of his shirts. "On the off chance Kira comes in here, we better be at least half decent."
"Uh…yes. Not a bad idea, now that you mentioned it." She put on the shirt and her panties.
Right on time, a small tap came to the door before Kira peeked in. "Papi?"
"Yeah, short stuff?" he responded, taking a gulp of water from a bottle by the bed.
"Who won the match?" Kira asked.
Paul and Montana looked at each other, slightly confused.
"What match?" he asked.
"Mac says you and 'Tana were rasslin' under the blankets."
Paul nearly choked on the water he'd been drinking and Montana broke out laughing.
"It was a draw, sweetheart," Montana chuckled. "Nobody won."
Paul could barely contain himself. "And I nearly pinned her too. She's slick."
Kira pointed to the shirt Montana was wearing. "That's Papi's."
"Yes, and tonight they're her pajamas," Paul said.
Kira lit up. "She's staying?"
"Of course, since she's already been here awhile anyway."
"Why she sleep with you?"
"Because the couch isn't comfortable for sleeping and nosy little girls don't need to know anyway. Now go back to bed; we have an early flight tomorrow."
"You put me to bed?" Kira asked.
He sighed and got up. "Okay, kiddo, but this time you have to stay there. Got it?"
"Okay."
Paul was gone for several minutes; Montana heard giggling coming from the girls' room and figured he was probably making some joke, goofy face at them or something along those lines.
"All right, now go to sleep, both of you," she finally heard him say. "I don't need two crabby girls on the plane tomorrow. Dormirse. Comprende?"
"Sí, Papi," they said in unison. "Buenas noches."
"Buenas noches, mis hermosas chicas."
"I didn't know they really knew Spanish," Montana said when he came back.
"Not very much yet," he replied. "I've been teaching them. Better to start them young. It would be beneficial for them to grow up bilingual like I did. Besides," he grinned, "some women think it's sexy."
"Women think teaching your daughters Spanish is sexy?"
He laid back and laughed. "No, they think it's hot when I speak it."
"Aha," Montana nodded, not even about to go there. She'd gotten plenty of what she presumed as dirty Spanish words growled in her ear during sex. It was hot, but even if she hadn't understood what was said, Montana wasn't about to show what a turn on it had been. No use feeding the male ego more than she had to.
"Did I ever tell you about the time I got a call from Mac's teacher when she was in kindergarten?"
"No, what?" Montana wondered.
"Well, apparently Mac had been talking to a few kids and threw in some Spanish, and the teacher got her panties in a bunch. Next thing I knew, I was getting a phone call from Austin about the 'inappropriate languge' my older daughter was using. I had to explain to the chick that was Mac had been saying were Spanish words. Jesus, you'd think she'd known better considering how many Mexican kids go to school there."
"Maybe she was new," Montana shrugged.
"Who the hell knows? Frankly, I'm thinking about home schooling them after Mac finishes out the coming school year. I mean, they teach kids all kinds of shit they aren't going to use in real life anyway. For example, who the fuck is going to use information about what the Indians did? I've been out of school ten years and have yet to use it."
"Or algebra," Montana added. "I have yet to use mine and I almost flunked it."
"Ahh, see? Somebody who finally gets what I am saying. That's just it, though. They teach kids all kinds of bullshit they never use in life. Sure it's good to learn things like basic math and how to spell and read, but who gives a shit about the ancient ruins unless you do it for a career? What these kids need taught are real world skills, which is why I want to home school the girls."
"Paul, you're gone almost 300 days a year. How are you going to home school two little girls?"
"I'll find a way. At least if they get home schooled, they'll not only learn something decent and useful, but I also don't have to worry about them being shot over their shoes. It's fucking ridiculous worrying about whether or not Mac makes it through a school day. Christ, this past year was pure hell."
"Then why did you re-enroll Mac for second grade and put Kira in preschool?"
"Mami offered to pay for Catholic educations. Though I hear Catholic schools are much better, I'm still not sure if Mac will be taught right. I want these girls to have some decent skills for college, you know?"
"Speaking of college, you never finished," Montana pointed out.
"Okay, go ahead and rub my nose in the fact that you got your degree and I didn't. Jesus."
"I wasn't rubbing it in. You have thirty credits left. If Mickie can take online classes, why can't you consider that? Wasn't one of your majors elementary education?"
"Yeah, and theater. Keep in mind Mickie doesn't have kids either. And if you really want to rag on someone, remember Spanky barely finished high school. I think they gave him his diploma because they felt sorry for him."
"Paul, that's terrible. He's not all that stupid."
"Wait, you're telling me it's all an act?"
"Rest assured he had no problems comprehending his contract when he signed the thing. Brian may act like he has a few loose screws, but between you and me, I think there's a mastermind hiding under there."
"Not to mention he's the weirdest dude anyone's ever encountered."
He then took her in his arms. "Right now, though, I think it's time for us to get lessons in getting some sleep. Keep in mind, though, it's going to take some getting use to having a warm body beside me again that isn't under five years old."