chapter
twenty
jay
It just so happens we play in Denver on Christmas. By some grace and mercy, Loren doesn't need any persuading to come along. I thought for sure it would be a hard no. Celebrating Christmas is lower on his list than Thanksgiving.
I don't make a big deal of it. I play it off like it's no biggie.
Just a casual hangout.
Nothing to get psyched out over.
Multiple bags, carry-ons and two professionally wrapped boxes; big enough to fit a large dog are sitting by the door, waiting to be loaded. Curiosity gets the best of me and I crouch in front of the bigger of the two boxes and give it a shake. It's heavy as all hell. Loren and I have never done gifts. Not once. Not for Christmas or birthdays. There is literally nothing I can buy him he doesn't already have. I frown. "I thought we didn't do gifts?"
"It's just a couple of things I got for Aidan and--" he tilts his head like a wary alley cat curious over something new in its territory. "I didn't know we didn't do gifts. Thanks for the heads up. I'll return what I got you."
My jaw drops. "You got me something?"
"It would be rude to get stuff for everyone else, but not you. Stop wagging your tail, it's nothing special."
He returns his attention to the laptop while I stare at him like he roped the damn moon. "You got presents for everyone?"
"I'm not keen on being the asshole that shows up on Christmas empty handed. That's a sure-fire way to be hated."
"No one hates you."
"They will if I show up with nothing."
"They don't care about that stuff."
He shrugs and goes back to work. My tail keeps wagging.
****
Loren:
Do you know what car Seamus lined up?
Since I had to travel with the team, Loren and I flew separately. He beat me there, picking up the rental that Seamus had ready.
Me:
He didn't give specifics. It's cool tho, right? He always gets the best cars. He once surprised me with a Hemi Cuda for me to drive.
Loren:
Oh, I'm surprised alright...
He sends me a video. Loren's sitting in the driver seat with his arm bent out the driver's side window. He's bundled up with a hoodie under his winter jacket and a wool beanie. His cheeks and nose are pink from the cold and he looks absolutely gorgeous. I can't see the car, only that it's white. A sports car? It would match Loren perfectly. Nah, Seamus would never do that with the winter weather Denver is having. So maybe a Jeep? Or perhaps a cool truck? Ooh, maybe one of those semi trucks pickups.
The video pans out, revealing Loren doing a slow drive-by in a white minivan while listening to Wars: Low Rider playing, which punned Loe Rider in the caption. He's rocking the minivan so hard.
After the game, he's waiting outside the stadium, leaning against the hood and smiling. He puts his arms out, as if he's revealing something special. "Whaddya think?"
As I do a loop around the car, I hear my name. "
Jay!
" I open the back door and find Aidan grinning excitedly from his car seat. He's got a show playing on the DVD and a small bag of popcorn, pieces already on the floor.
Loren opens the door opposite of me and leans in. "Needed to truly test out the ride, you know?"
I look at Aidan, then back at Loren, raising one brow. "And to truly test the minivan, you and Aidan need matching beanies?"
"The beanies were just for fun, right Potato Poop?"
Aidan grins and pulls the beanie off his head, leaving his hair static fried. "Cool hat, see?"
I take the hat and try to put it on. "Is this for me?"
Aidan frowns and holds his hands out, grabbing for the hat. I smile and put it on his head. It's freezing, so we close the doors and get in.
He drives like a sixteen-year-old who took his dad's convertible for a spin without permission, head banging to some fast-paced pop music with Aidan.
"You know this is a dad-mobile, right?'
"I'm just sayin'--" keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he casually leans his elbow against the console. "--I can see the appeal."
I glance back at Aidan, who's still awkwardly nodding his head to the music. His eyes closed tight in concentration.
He sees me eyeing the situation, serious judgment happening on my part. "This van is for anyone who wants a smooth, quiet ride, with all the luxuries including auto doors."
****
"
Welcome!
" Will says with an easy smile as we crowd into Seamus' upscale but not overly hostable loft apartment. Loren and I both have bags hanging off our shoulders, luggage dragging behind us, and of course, the boxes Loren refused to drop off earlier because he felt uncomfortable without me here.
Scott and his fiance are unloading a giant box of Chinese take out and arranging it on the table while Matt and Seamus set out plates and silverware. Aidan, for his part, is running around like a lunatic, feeding off all the energy.
Will pulls me into a hug. "I can't remember the last time we got to spend a holiday with you. And you--" he grins at Loren, then pulls him into a long but really awkward hug. He squeezes him like he's a favorite stuffy and picks Loren up off his feet. "--so excited to spend time with you!"
Loren looks over Will's shoulder at me, wide eyed and frightened. '
Help'
he squeaks. I laugh and pitch our bags into the spare room.
We eat our weight in Denver's best Chinese food. Aidan runs around, soaking up the attention, jumping from one uncle to the next before Loren brings out his giant clown car gift box full of a bunch of smaller gifts. The poor guy can't keep up. He's barely done unwrapping one gift before he moves on to the next.
Matt looks mortified at Aidan's behavior. He keeps trying to slow Aidan down. "Aidan, what do you say? Do you thank Uncle Jay and Uncle Loren?"
"Fank you!" he shouts, not sounding like he means it as he continues to demolish the gifts until at last, he reaches the end.
After a while, Matt looks around. "Where's Aidan?"
I point to the side of the sofa where Aidan is passed out in a pile of wrapping paper. He's starfished, holding a truck in one hand and gripping a police car in the other. Spudman never stood a chance.
After a few bottles of wine, Loren disappears. He comes back wearing a Santa hat and dragging the other giant box. Everyone looks at me, wondering what he's doing. I raise my hands and shrug. I have nothing to do with it. This is all Loren.
"It's nothing big," Loren says as he opens the box, which is
full
. Curiously, Will and Matt lean in. Whatever is inside has their eyes wide with excitement.
Will pulls out the newest gaming console, the one that's been sold out for an entire year. "Nothing big my ass!"
Like honey, everyone beelines it to the box, shoving their way into the middle, oooing and awwing as they rummage through the treasure chest.
Loren seems happy to let them behave like unclassed swines. He might be okay with it, but I'm not. I grab two of them by the back of their shirts and pull them away. The others scramble back before they get tossed. I walk around and grab the stuff they took out. When everything is back in the box, I drag it back to my seat. I glance down. Yeah, okay, there's some badass shit in the box.
I clear my throat. "Here's how this will go down. You Neanderthals...and ladies are going to take turns. Then you're going to thank Loren for bringing all these gifts."
Everyone straightens in their seats with their hands folded in their laps as they wait for further instructions. I grab dice and make them roll for their turn. There's enough crap in the box for everyone to go a few times.
Matt rolls the highest number, so he gets to go first. He jumps up and fist bumps the sky. Everyone bites their nails as they wait to see what he'll grab.
"
Yes,
" Will says quietly when Matt bypasses the game system for the new kitchen mixer. Scott's fiance, Viv and Monica both grab brightly colored travel bags that have had them whispering excitedly in the corner. It keeps going. He really packed a lot in that box. There are shoes, clothes, a nice watch, electronics, gadgets, and even some beauty products (for men and women).
When everything has been picked through, I clear my throat.
My friends look at me, then at Loren. "
Thank you Loren
!"
Loren laughs at their obedience. I think it made him feel good that everyone was excited about his gifts.
"Seriously though," Scott asks as he hugs his new crystal whiskey decanter set. It includes two beautifully etched Glencairn glasses and a bottle of not-in-the-least-bit-cheap Macallan twelve-year double cask whiskey. "Where'd you get this stuff? I mean, this is good stuff!"
"It's all stuff that was sent to me. They've been lying around for a while so I figured..."
"Gifts?" Will asks. "All of these were gifts?"