I have been sitting on th godtdamn toilet for the last hour or two.. Just sittin
... I gotta get outtae haere beafore I. Throuw off mye pills takinge scheduale
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The One With The Wasp’s Nest (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: A late spring encounter with a wasp’s nest leaves you with the realization that you will never let Rhett eat refried beans ever again
“You sure this is a good idea?” Rip asked.
“When has it ever been a good idea?” Billy answered.
“Well,” Rhett said. “Bad ideas are often the best solutions. Who’s got the duct tape?”
Kayce handed Rhett the duct tape, you listening to the banter in the living room filtering through the kitchen while you were preparing lunch in the kitchen. Amy still stuck close to you at four years old, clutching her pink blanket with the white horse embroidered on it.
“Mommy can I have a cookie?” she asked.
“After lunch and after you and Hannah have both had a nap,” you told her.
Amy pouted a little bit but you knew it was for the better that she waited until later. If she ate too many of the mega-stuffed Oreos in one sitting, she’d be up in the middle of the night, only to have Rhett hold her hair back while she stuck her head into the toilet.
Rhett came striding into the kitchen, putting the duct tape right back on the counter before wrapping his arms around your waist, his big, calloused hands sliding down to caress your bump which had practically shown up overnight, the two tiny little sets of feet pressing against his palms.
“Looks like the boys are wide awake,” he chuckled.
“And it looks like you and the boys still haven’t gotten rid of that wasp’s nest,” you purred.
Rhett groaned but another noise quickly caught your ear.....the low and dangerous gurgling of his stomach.
“Hungry already?” you half laughed.
“Oh God no,” Rhett groaned. “It had to be the Mexican food we ate last night.”
Another low growl and you knew your husband would be in for it later. “You gonna be ok?” you asked him.
“I dunno darlin,” Rhett said before taking a deep breath. “Somethin’s definitely not sittin right.”
You could readily tell that something definitely wasn’t sitting right. As Rhett rounded up the others to go out and burn the wasp’s nest off the porch, you thought back to all the possible things your husband could’ve eaten last night in the Mexican takeout, mulling it over as you spread some of the herbed mayo onto the sandwiches you had been making. Everything seemed completely quiet and normal......
*WOOSH!!!!*
The sound of a huge rush of flam bursting into the air along with some of the guys shouting outside, suddenly made your head shoot up along with Amy’s pattering little footsteps on the hardwood floors.
“DADDY’S BUTT BLEW UP!!!!!” Amy shouted.
“Oh good Lord,” you half panicked, half laughed.
Out to the porch you went to find the guys all with their shirts covering their noses and Rhett hunched over with his hands on his knees and a painful grimace on his face.
“What the hell happened?” you laughed.
“I dunno darlin but I think I’m gonna need a new pair of Wranglers,” Rhett groaned.
“Wait......did you have what I think you had with dinner last night?”
“The fuck do you think I ate?!”
When the realization hit you, you bit your lip to contain your laughter. Rhett looked more like a deer in the headlights, his eyes widening with embarrassment.
“You had refried beans with dinner last night, didn’t you?”
Rhett ran his hand over his face in shame while you burst out laughing. Even the guys couldn’t help themselves as Rip, Kayce, Wes and Billy took down the last scrapings of the wasp’s nest and knocked it into the grass. Glad as you were to have the wasps gone, there was one thing you needed to remember to do at all costs......never, ever, let Rhett Abbott eat refried beans, lest anybody suffer the consequences.
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u ever jus sittin on the toilet procrastinating on standing up because you know your leg is asleep as hell and its gonna suck trying to hobble away
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