She's my Fucking Daughter! I Have to See Her!, chapter 7

I woke up the next morning groggy and irritated on the couch. Mike sat in a chair next to it flipping through the channels on the TV. "Mornin' Sleeping Beauty," he said.
"Shut the fuck up," I snapped back, closing my eyes and laying my head back down,"Where's Tre?"
"In the lobby getting coffee."
"Oh. Is he getting me any?"
"Yep. Billie, did you by any chance get drunk last night and pass out on the couch?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Open your eyes, dude."

I opened my eyes. Beer bottles were everywhere. On the ground, on the coffee table, one in my hand. I counted seven. "Well, I guess I did," I said. I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. I swallowed what was left in the bottle in my hand and set it down. "Were you... crying?" Mike asked.
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Adi got pissed last night."
"You two fought?"
"Yes, Mike. We did." I was frustrated.
"About what?"
"About me trying to find my daughter."
"Oh. I'm sorry, dude."
"Do you think I should call her back?"
"I don't know. Do you?"
"Yeah. I think I should atleast try."

I grabbed phone. Mike walked out the room to give me some privacy. I held it to my ear and looked at my feet. One dial tone. Then two. Three. Four. Five. "Come on, Adi. Pick up," I whispered. Nine. Ten. I heard my voice over the line: "Hey. It's the Armstrongs. We can't make it to the phone right now. You know what to do." There was a beep. "Hey, Adi. It's Billie," I said, "Look, I really need to talk to you. Please don't be mad at me. It's something I have to do. I really wish you would understand that. I love you. I want you to understand that, too. Tell the boys I love them and Daddy will be home soon. Bye."

I hung the phone up again. Might as well get this place cleaned up. I picked up the beer bottles and threw them in the trash. Tre walked through the door, struggling to hold three steaming styrofome cups. "Here, hurry," he said, racing over to me, "Take it." He handed me a cup and I took it. He quickly set the other two down on the counter.

"You passed out last night," he said, looking at me worriedly.
"So did you," I said.
He shrugged. "Where's Mike?"he asked.
"In the back,"I said. He flopped on the couch and I walked over, coffee in hand, and sat next to him. I slowly sipped the brim of it. Just plane coffee. No sugar or anything. Just what I need right now.

"So," Tre said, "When's Adi due?"
"In September," I said.
"It's a little weird that you treat it like it's already born."
"That's how we treated Joey."
"It was weird then, too."
"And this is coming from a guy who wears a pink hat on stage."
"Hey, dude. Don't be dissin' the hat."

I smiled and rolled my eyes. That's Tre for you. Always making you laugh when you don't feel like laughing. But he's right. It is a little weird. Everyone's weird in their own way, though.

Mike walked in with no pants on. Just underwear. I covered my eyes. "Damnit, Mike! Put some pants on!"I laughed.
"Didn't you notice that I didn't have any on when you woke up?" he said.
"No!" I said and threw a pillow at him. He threw it back, almost making me spill my coffee all over Tre.
"Hey, watch it!" Tre laughed.
"Alright,"I said, "Let's settle this like men." I put my coffee down on the coffee table and pushed it back. There, Mike and I wrestled. Him in his underwear, and me yelping in pain as he bent my arm behind my back. I still laughed, though. Tre fell on the floor laughing as I pinned Mike down on the floor.

It's good to have friends.