I Wish I Loved You

9: I'd Rather Have A Monkey...

9: "I'd Rather Have A Monkey Shit In It's Hand."

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{Edited | Somewhat}

[Anastasia's POV]

"You promise to call on the road?" Mackenzie asked me for the fifth time as she let me go from her hug.

"Yes, Mickey, I promise to call every hour on the hour. Plus, Tyler's driving so there's minimal chance of an accident."

She pointed a finger at me, "Don'teven joke about that."

I smiled, "Sorry, Mom."

"Are you excited to see family? It's been like three years- well ten for you."

I was very excited to see my family and to meet Tyler's, well again. I had no idea how they'd react to the fact that we didn't tell them about the accident as soon as it happened.

"I'm excited," I assured her. As she opened her mouth to say something Tyler cut in.

"I hate to break up the love feast guys, but we've got to hit the road if we're going to make it there by six."

I looked at my watch, "It's eight in the morning, Tyler, we'll be fine."

"It takes nine hours, seven minutes to get to Ohio from here; that doesn't include gas and food refills, traffic, or bathroom stops."