49
Curtis walked downstairs, looking around the doorframe and seeing Walter "Walt. Good, hop up and shower love. We have…"
"I don't' wanna" Walt slurred, the glass of whiskey swinging in the air as he spoke "I just sat down."
Curtis stopped talking and stared at his husband "Walt? Are you drinking already? Without me?"
"Just a little sniff or three after work"
"With Dale?"
Walter rolled his eyes and took another mouthful of the liquid fire. Curtis looked around "where's Taddy?"
"Sent him home"
Curtis stared at him with horror "What? No. We need him. He is supposed to…"
"You wanted these kids. Four. Four. You wanted them, told me it would all work out so … work it! I have finished for the day. Or the week. And I am not doing anything but sitting here and enjoying the good malt I fucking paid for."
Curtis felt the blood rushing from his face as he stared at him then he said in a soft voice "You sent Tad away. You complain and bitch and moan about not enough time together and the one night… the one night we can get away… you send my fucking babysitter away? Lovely. Just peachy keen. I wonder if I can call him to come back. Or did you go full retard? Hmmm? Get lippy with your darling Tad? Hmmm? Right. Lovely. Well. Since I am suddenly not going out I need to cancel our reservations and check the tea I will now feed MY FOUR CHILDREN THAT I WANTED!"
As Curtis screamed in his face, Walter felt the air leave the room. He had never seen Curtis lose it like that and again that little voice in his head told him he had fucked it up again dude.
Curtis stormed to the phone and called someone spoke softly and apologised "No. No sorry. Let the table go. Tell you what... give it to the next loved up couple that come in hoping for a walk in. Put it on our tab. Someone should get some fun tonight. I know no one this end will!"
Curtis then hung up, cleared his throat and started to pull off the sweet tie Walter was now just noticing along with the three piece suit. Shit. Dressed up. Reservation …. Oh fuck. What?
"Curtis?"
"Fuck you, I will pay for that with my own money … god forbid I have any of yours right? Being the big star bringing home ALL the bacon! You told me to stop working … I didn't realise it made me your bitch" Curtis said with a fake smile, like he was giving a pleasant response, then he roared up the stairs "BATH TIME."
"Curty?"
"Excuse me SIR. I will bathe the children while your supper finishes then I shall serve you all!" Curtis leaned in to hiss "But if you think you are EVER getting served in another way again, wind your fucking neck in boyo because I will lamp you one if you EVER say you didn't want our children again!"
Walter sat stunned.
He hadn't said that.
Had he?