~ Two Day Later ~
We got home yesterday near 4:00 in the afternoon, and from the moment we walked through the door, Gracie was showered with love.
I don’t know how my parents ever left for weeks to go on vacation without me. I could never do that with Gracie. Although my parents are far from the best example, well, at least my mother is.
The girls all came over once the boys left for practice this morning and now sit in my living room, listening to the details of our little trip.
“That sounds terrible. I don’t think I could ever do that,” Aubrey says with a terrified look on her face after I’ve finished telling them about our hotel room activities.
“That’s because you’ve never had sex, Brey. Trust me, once you do, you’ll find yourself wanting to explore all there is to it,” Ronnie informs her. “I actually love anal sex.”
“It’s true. It’s actually quite nice, but definitely not something I would do often,” Cecilia adds with wide eyes.
“You couldn’t even sit for a week after doing anal with Sy. No wonder it’s not something you want to do often,” Morg says, laughing away.
“Have you seen the size of his monster?! Of course I couldn’t sit for a week! I could still feel it down my throat three days later, and I’m pretty sure it took over forty-eight hours for my hole to come back to its normal size.”
“I have not. But from what I’ve seen through his boxers or swim shorts, that thing should have its own zip code.” Morgan giggles with an impressed expression as we all nod in agreement, except for Ronnie, who hasn’t had the chance to admire Cecilia’s husband’s junk yet.
“Honestly, I still don’t know how you manage to fit all that in hole number one with how tiny you are. Greyson isn’t as long, yet he hits the back every time. I don’t think I could fit another inch in there,” I tell Cece.
“Istill don’t know how I manage to make it fit!” Cece exclaims, making us all fall into a fit of laughter.
“Ew, please don’t describe my brother’s privates. It’s not a visual I want to have.” Aubrey puts her hands in front of her eyes as if it might stop the image from showing up in her mind.
“You told me you’ve seen his weewee before.” Ronnie frowns at Brey.
“Exactlywhy I don’t need to hear about it more!” she answers with a glare.
I smirk, knowing exactly how to take her mind off that particular subject. “So, baby Brey. How was the cooking class? Did a certain coach happen to be there?” I wiggle my brow in her direction. Her special cooking class was the day after my birthday, and we’re all curious about how it went.
Instantly her cheeks turn pink, eyes growing in size. “What? No. Why would you say that? Why would he be there? He wasn’t.”She’s rambling.
“Breathe.” Morg places her hand on Aubrey’s arm with a humored smile.
“Okay, so if he wasn’t there, why are you all red?” I giggle.She’s clearly not saying something.
“Dub, Dub, Dub. Grrrrr. Raaarrr.” Gracie crawls around the living room table while Dante follows behind on two feet.
“Key! Key!” He holds his favorite hockey stick in hand, trying to get Little Tulip’s attention.
“Oh, baby. I think Princess Dino is still a little too young to play hockey. Maybe in a couple of months, okay? Why don’t you play with the toy cars instead?” Cecilia tells him, directing him toward the toys and taking his stick away.
When she returns to the couch, she drops down with a huff. “He brings that thingeverywherewith him, even in the shower.”
“They’re so adorable together,” Aubrey says as she admires the two little ones.
“Don’t try to change the subject, we aren’t finished with you. So tell us, what are you hiding?” I narrow my eyes, making her sweat under my stare.
“I… I went to his office the next day to give him some of the things we baked as a thank you for the gift,” she mumbles,turning a different shade of red. She flaps her hand in her face. “Why is it so hot in here? Can I open a bottle of wine? I need a drink.”
She goes to get up, but Morgan stops her. “Nope, you stay right there. I’ll get the wine, and you’ll tell us the rest of that story.”
Aubrey groans into her hands while Morg goes off to make us each a glass.
“So, what happened?” Cece presses for the answers we all want.
“His door was closed when I arrived, and I couldn’t work up the nerve to knock. I was about to walk away when his door suddenly swung open, and there he was. I stuck the plate out toward him and told him I wanted to thank him for the class with some of the things I made. He smiled and went to take the plate, but instead touched my hand.” She passes her fingers through her hair nervously.
