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Quincey and Jonathan stared at Tora with a look of horror.
"You want to what?"
Tora smirked. He understood their expressions. He was a little horrified himself, but also determined.
"Give our girls a weekend off from the kids. Send them to a day spa ta be pampered. That place over by Buthain has a winery Poppy has wanted to try and the spa is part of the resort."
He looked at his best friend and Jonathan, who, Tora had to admit, had become a good friend as well. Their expressions hadn't changed.
Jonathan recovered first.
"What about the kids?"
Quincey nodded and added.
"Yes. Where are we sending them?"
Tora and Jonathan both gave him a disgusted look.
"We're not sending the kids away Princess, only our wives."
"But whose going to watch the kids?"
Tora pinched the bridge of his nose.
"We are."
Jonathan looked dubious and Quincey scared. He should be. The kids were a handful.
"But there's 9 of them."
The whine in his voice would have been funny if Tora hadn't felt like whining himself.
"They deserve a weekend of pampering. We're mafia for fuck's sake. We can handle 9 kids for 3 days."
"3!!?? You said a day spa!"
"I said a weekend. A long weekend."
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"I can't believe the boys did this for us. Look at this place. It's gorgeous!"
Poppy looked around their suite of rooms. It was beautiful. Rich cream carpet, mauve see through lace curtains, so as not to obstruct the breathtaking view, a stone fireplace.
A large comfortable black couch, flanked by 2 easy chairs with mahogany end tables and floor lamps with mauve shades faced the large TV.
The kitchen was stocked with food and there was a wine fridge full of bottles waiting to be sampled.
She hadn't seen the bathroom yet, but Georgia had said it was just as decadent as the rest of the place.
They each had their own bedroom too, complete with huge four poster beds.
It was late Thursday evening as they both had to work that day but they had a glorious 3 days off with no kids and a full schedule of pampering ahead of them.
Poppy, unpacking her bag, was determined to enjoy herself.
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"I'm exhausted. When are the girls coming back? It's been forever since they left."
Jonathan snorted.
"They left last night honey after the kids went to bed. You better put your big boy panties on. We have 3 whole days ahead of us."
Quincey groaned then cringed when he heard the hoard approach.
They came, they ate, they screamed and laughed, they left, leaving Quincey a hot mess.
"How do the girls do it?"
Jonathan's usually smooth hair was a tousled mess after dealing with the spillage on the table.
Quincey pulled him close.
"I love the hair, looks good."
He pulled him in for a kiss that lingered.
"Oi! Kid patrol!"
Jonathan pulled away with a start and blurted.
"I'm coming!"
Quincey grinned.
"Not yet, but you will. You definitely will."
Jonathan blushed and stared at Quincey.
"Oi!"
Jonathan ran after the kids.
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Poppy's cell phone rang.
She was not going to look.
She was not going to look.
She glanced at Georgia who shook her head vigorously.
Georgia's cell phone rang.
They looked at each other with big eyes. Georgia pulled out her phone.
"Should I look?"
Poppy bit her lip. The ringing stopped , then both phones started up again.