“Oh, yeah, I already said that. Balllllls.” I giggled. “Balls. Balls. Balls. That’s a funny word. Why is it balls? Trippin’ balls. Not tripping with the emphasssssis on the ‘G.’ Oh, no. Trippingggg balls would sound weird. Trippin’ balls is way cooler. Balls. Balls,” I repeated, then began to sing it, then, I’m not proud to say, started to do a little rap. In the elevator. To the melody of The Real Slim Shady. Wrath was biting back laughter, as I danced around the tiny space.
Did I mention I can’t dance? At all?
“Um, where’s Moses?” I asked as the elevator door opened, and the song in my head suddenly stopped.
“He’s doin’ some business while we’re here, so he left.”
“Oh.” I leaned against the wall and smiled. “I love Moses. He’s such a good man.”
“Yeah, baby, he is.”
“He needs a good woman.”
“Okay, Moonbeam, can you keep walkin’ down the hall?”
“Sure can, Daddy Cakes.” I pushed off the wall and nearly fell over.
“Okay, walkin’ might be too much,” he retorted, wrapping an arm around me.
Wrath managed to get me and our luggage to our room without incident, then closed the door behind us.
“But I don’t understand. Why am I so high? I only ate a Saturn.”
“Raquel made a batch of highly potent THC gummies, which she usually makes in the shape of a lightning bolt.”
“Lightning bolt,” I parroted.
“That’s right, baby,” Wrath said sweetly. “Only this time, she used her Saturn mold, because her silicone lightning bolt mold had a tear in it.”
“Lightning bolt,” I repeated. “That’s fun to say.”
“Baby, try to focus on what I’m saying.”
“Okeeee.”
“When I grabbed the Saturn edibles, I thought I was grabbing your normal ones, but I accidentally gave you something that’s more like double her THC fun-batch, and you’re gonna be tripping balls for the rest of the night.”
“Balls... Lightning bolt... Lightning balls!” I shouted excitedly.
Wrath smiled, gently guiding me to the bed. “Let’s maybe sit down before you fall down.”
“But what about our romantic honeymoon?”
“Moonbeam, we’re here for a week. We’ve got time.”
“I love you,” I said, before falling back on the bed.
He chuckled. “I love you, too.”
At least, I think that’s what I heard. I wasn’t sure since I passed out.
* * *
My bladder woke me some time in the middle of the night but when I tried to find the bathroom, I slammed my toe on the nightstand. “Fuck!”
“Baby, you okay?”
“Do I sound okay?”