Chapter 246: Breakfast

If you think I’m getting up early and making breakfast for you, you’re crazier than I thought. – Alana

It was his second morning in the guest room of his mother’s condo. He couldn’t help but laugh when he woke up in a very pink room. Alana made everything pink – walls, carpet, curtains, bedding, even the damned ceiling. The pinker it was, the sooner her sons would return to their wives.

Except her youngest. “First, I don’t got no wife to go home to. Second, it’s like waking up in a giant pussy. Fuck, I might paint my room at Pops pink! And third, what about Sticks? He has a wife and two husbands. Aren’t you being a little sexist? And fourth, Mia doesn’t have a wife.”

Laughing at his mom’s reaction to his declaration last night, Chance rolled out of bed and went to the attached bathroom. Also, in all pink. Stepping into the shower tub, he decided that he was going to have to point out that the bathroom was even more like a pussy.

Pink. Warm. And wet.

Chance took