56 -Calls Home

*None of us girls kiss and tell. Dad doesn’t want to hear it. – Claire*
While they were back home in Monroe, Camille and Darkness had spent Christmas Eve with the Lowery’s at Molly’s compound. Everyone knew that it was going to be their last Christmas with Becks. More people than usual were there. And that house was *always* full without ever being crowded.
Darkness had laughed at the idea of a polar plunge. She had warned him, and they took extra clothes with them. She knew that he was grateful for that since the trio and musketeers ganged up together and tossed the large man into the heated pool.
Rosie had laughed about that and asked for pictures. Camille messaged Priscilla and within minutes she had video from the security cameras. Multiple angles. Having had her own privacy invaded by her sister, she refused to forward the pictures to the bunny without Darkness giving his permission.
A few days after classes started, Camille headed home as she thought about the last few times that she had seen Becks. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong. Everything seemed normal. Coach yelled during practice. Professors droned on about subjects. Lunch with Darkness was good.
Yet, Camille couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Nessie would tell her that she needed to listen to that feeling. She was pretty sure what the feeling was telling her, but not something that she wanted to face.
It was Friday, which meant it was care package day. The last few care packages had some crazy extras in it. Naughty Claus was having fun trying to embarrass Trigg. From what her siblings said, it was working.
Just as expected, her weekly box was on her bed. Since she had said that Darkness was coming home with her for Christmas, the boxes were bigger and crazier. Now she never knew what would be in the box.
Shaking her head as she debated looking first or just taking it to the main room, she pulled off the jeans and T-shirt that she wore to class. They were quickly replaced with snowflake fleece pajama pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. January was not as cold as she was used to, but it was chilly today.
Taking the box to the main room, she had to get rid of more condoms, Camille called her mom. Sitting in her preferred chair, with the speakerphone feature activated, and the smart phone on the arm of the recliner, she pulled open the box. Camille was laughing when Sid answered the phone.
“Seriously, mom?” pulling out three strands of anal beads from the box she shook her head. “What the hell am I supposed to do with anal beads?”
“I thought the name kind of explained that.” Sid said as Trigg sputtered and choked in the background.
“Three?” Camille grinned. “His, hers and the camera operator?”
“I do not want to see your face on pornhub!” Trigg yelled and Sid laughed.
“Got it. Boys we’re got to re-film, and I have to wear the mask this time, sorry Peanut.” Camille said, trying hard not to laugh. Partially at her dad’s reaction and at all the shocked looks she was getting.
Sid laughed loudly as Bambi yelled out, “Don’t use latex! It gives you pimples and fucked up the hair worse than a helmet.”
“Oh, Peanut has a real nice one,” Camille grinned and winked at the shocked looking man. “It’s black leather with a red satin lining, laces in the back so it can be adjusted.”
“I don’t want to hear this!” Trigg yelled from the other end of the line.
“That sounds nice, I’ll have to upgrade,” Bambi said and was barely able to contain her laughter.
“I really don’t need to hear that shit *any* of my daughters!” Trigg complained loudly and Camille slapped a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.
“I thought that Crow wore the mask,” Sid said with just enough confidence to hide the laughter in her voice.
“Fuck you, Sidney!” Trigg yelled and both daughters and his wife laughed. “Bullshit or not, I’m never going to be able to look Crow in the face ever again!”
The distinctive doorbell of *I’m Shipping up to Boston*by the Dropkick Murphys rang at her parents’ house. Camille could hear the dogs that her parents were keeping while Becks and her family were out of the house. They yipped and yapped, and Trigg swore loudly as he headed to answer the door.
“Hey, sweetie, Werewolf is here. We’ll continue discussing your porn star lifestyle later.”
“OK. Thanks mom. I needed a good laugh today.”
“Love you, little girl.”
“Love you, too, big momma.” Ending the call, Camille held up anal beads. “Anybody need some anal beads?”
“I don’t need the anal beads, but if you don’t need both of those boxes of condoms…” Rosie said.
“You need condoms?” Camille asked excitedly. “Oh, thank God! My mother seems to think I’m some type of fucking nympho. I’ve got more in my room that you can have.”
She tossed both boxes towards the other woman.
“You need lube?” Camille asked, pulling out tubes and bottles. “Strawberry. Cinnamon. Cinnamon with numbing. Vanilla. Unflavored. Unflavored with numbing. What the fuck does she think I’m doing? Oh, look. Cock rings. Ticklers. Oh! Candies!” She pulled out a few tins and shoved them into the seat of the chair next to her leg. “And a letter. Do I even want to read this?”
Unfolding the paper, she scanned over her mother’s handwriting and started giggling.
*Hey, little girl, Your dad insisted on going to the toy store with me. He must like Darkness because he picked out some crazy shit. I refused to buy some of the shit, but I kept the sex swing. And why did Dom suggest the paddle? XOXO Mom*
Camille rummaged through the remaining items in the box. “The hell, mom?” she asked out loud. Shaking her head, she muttered, “You send anal beads but keep the paddle? Sadistic bitch.”
Tossing the box on the table, she kept her letter. “Take what you want. I’m running out of room for all this crazy shit. Give me second and I’ll bring you some other shit you can have.”
Then she took her phone, candies and letter as she headed down the hall with Tink following her. As she went towards her room, the men and club girls all attacked the box.
The front door opened, and Darkness walked in, his face hard and eye’s filled with concern. “Where’s my little Cam?”
“She just went down the hall to her room.” Peanut said and was about to tease the older man about the box, but Darkness was already rushing down the hall.
“What the hell was that about?” Santa asked.
“Maybe he heard about *your* mask,” Peanut grinned as he pocketed a roll of condoms.
Santa flipped the younger man off and started to make a smartassed comment. At the heart wrenching cry, they all fell silent and rushed down the hall. Darkness was on the fairy covered bed holding Camille.
Only a few minutes earlier, she had been laughing and joking. Now, she clung to his chest crying. His large body made hers look even smaller curled up against him.
“Unless you got a reason to be on this hall, and I’m telling you that you don’t, get your ass to the day room.” Gator cleared the hallway as he ended a phone call.
With a nod of understanding, he closed the door leaving the couple alone. His phone chirped with notifications, and he sent off a message as he headed into the day room where his men stood in confusion. If he had called church, they would have been sent to the chapel in the shed out back. But they stood here with old ladies and club bunnies.
“Boys, we need to talk.” Gator declared.
The club girls and the old ladies that were in the main room started to leave.
“Ladies, you can stay. Rosie, you can stay too. Those who have gone up to the Saints probably met Molly. His wife, Becks, died today. She was like a second mom to our Camille.”
There were a few sniffles and tears from the women.
“Darkness is probably going to take her for the funeral. I want a showing of Cajuns to help send this lady home. I know the memorial will be in Vegas. If you go, it’s not going to be to go party. Our Camille needs us. And her friend needs her.”
“Do you know how she died?” Danielle asked snuggled up against him.
“Toad said that she had cancer. Had beat it twice before.” He kissed his wife’s head. “I don’t have any details yet. They got married in Vegas and she asked for her memorial to be at the same chapel.”