Chapter 57
A month later:
"You know, the nice thing about these cribs is that they can change into junior beds when the twins get older," Brian said as he assembled the twins' cribs in their rooms at the new house. "One less thing we'll have to worry about for awhile."
"Until they go to high school," Briana smiled. "It was generous of Nadine to watch them for us while we got things moved in."
"Yeah, and it would have been done a lot faster if El Senor out there spent less time goofing off and flirting with the girls across the street and more time actually working. Jesus, I thought Mexicans were hard workers? Leave it to me to score a lazy one."
"Maybe because he's only half Mexican," Briana said.
Brian nodded. "And half lazy asshole." He then yelled out the window. "Hey, Paul! Get the lead out! The rest of that shit isn't going to move itself in here!"
"Then get your pale white ass down here and help," Paul yelled back.
"Go," Briana nodded. "I can finish up here putting things together. The cribs are done anyway."
"Okay, then. We'll be putting shit in the living room."
Briana continued decorating the twins's rooms, partially listening to the banter downstairs.
"Can't get this couch in myself, dopefuck," she heard Brian say at one point.
"Not my fault you were too cheap to hire movers," Paul replied, followed by the two of them cursing back and forth as they put it in the desired spot.
I can attest to the cheap part, Briana thought, amused.
After about another half an hour of heckling, cussing, and arguing, everything was finally in the new house. It was just now the duty of unpacking.
"Let's take a break for awhile," Briana offered. "I have the upstairs finished, so we can all pick up down here afterward."
Paul picked up a box labeled BATHROOM. "Sure, just order us something while we put this stuff in the john." He then opened the box, handing contents to Brian while Briana called out for pizza and sodas.
"Yo," Brian called out. "More stuff."
Paul had been staring at something a few moments, something with a white case. "Hey, man, what is this?" he asked.
Briana spied the item in his hand. "Give me that!" she cried, snatching away her diaphragm.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Brian asked.
"Someone had interest in my diaphragm," Briana rolled her eyes.
"I didn't know what the hell that thing was. I thought it some weird shit that belonged to the kids."
"Actually, it's keeping us from having more, at least right away," Briana replied. "Can we get back to work before lunch arrives?"
"Remind me to go through your bathroom shit the next time we're at your place," Brian added, taking the rest of the box's contents.
"I need to check in on Nadine to see how the twins are doing," Briana said, just as a phone rang.
"Dude," Paul announced to Brian. "Your ass is ringing."
"I noticed." He pulled out the phone. "Looks like you won't have to call Nadine," he said, spotting the Caller ID. "What's up?" he asked when taking the call.
"Oh God, Brian!" Nadine said.
"What is it? Is it one of the kids?"
"No, they're fine, but it's a good thing you got everything out of your place. You better tell Paul to get back here, though. The building is on fire!"