Quadruple Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 5)

“Good! Although, with a dress this expensive I have to wonder who you’ve gotten mixed up with…”

“You’ll love th-ahem, him.” I’d almost said them, but I didn’t want to drop that on her tonight. That was for another time. “Come on, try it on. Let me see.”

“Cindy’s out there on her own.”

“There were two patients out there. If you hurry, you can try it on and get back into your scrubs before anyone notices.” I urged her on.

Mom, giggling like a kid let loose in a candy shop, went for the dress as she threw her scrubs off. She slid into it and zipped it up on the side then stood up. Even without the shoes, I could see where I got my figure.

“You’re gorgeous, Mom!” I whispered tears in my eyes.

She looked at me and then down at herself and raised an eyebrow again. “Really? I don’t look like one of those desperate housewives?”

“Not at all. You look young, sophisticated, and beautiful. Not like a mom at all.” I hugged her and stood back as she changed into her scrubs again. She still had work to do so I left her with the dress and the shoes and went home.

I had more messages from the guys that I answered by the time I pulled in with carryout Mexican food and a bottle of wine. I went into the kitchen, took out the food, and ate as I texted the fellas back. I was smiling happily when Brooklyn called me.

“You home now?” She asked with suspicion like it might not be me on the phone, and I laughed.

“Yes, I’m home, Mommy. Safe and sound.” I relaxed into the chair, ready for a long chat with my BFF.

“Good. Now, explain what this mysterious trip of yours was all about.”

“How did you know about it?” I remembered now; I hadn’t told her about the trip.

“I, uh… well, I called your Mom.” She finally answered after a moment of thought. Her confession only confused me.

“Why?” I asked as the mystery deepened.

“Well, I haven’t told my parents yet and I had a pregnancy question, so I called her,” Brooklyn admitted.

“Oh, you chicken!” But I knew telling secrets could be hard.

“I know! It’s not as if my parents aren’t accepting and kind, but I don’t know. I’m afraid to tell them this for some reason. And they love Stuart, so it’s not him either. I don’t know, I’m just afraid to tell them.”

“I understand.” I had my own secret that I wasn’t ready to tell, at least not to my mom.

“So, what was in Vegas, Nic? What did you do? Spend the weekend as a dancing girl in a cage or something?” She laughed because she knew it wouldn’t happen, but she wasn’t far off. I’d been locked away, but it had been with my four men.

“Something like that,” I answered vaguely. “I’ll tell you when I see you on Friday, alright? This needs to be a one-on-one talk, not over the phone.”

I sidestepped that conversation for now. We had an agreement that we’d made a long time ago. If it was something we needed to think about, brood over for a bit, we’d say it in some way. One-on-one talk was one of those ways.

“I hear you, honey. Totally understand. There are some things you just have to ponder over for a while. Like this pregnancy of mine. I wanted to wait, but when it happened… well, I had to think about it on my own for a while, before I could talk to even Stuart about it.”

“I understand,” I replied and stuck my finger in a bit of sour cream left on the flimsy metal bowl my food came in. “I guess we’re both trying to get into adulthood now, with no real clue how to do it.”

“You can say that again. Do you think we’ll have this down when we’re 40?” she asked with a happy tone in her voice.

“I’m not sure. I think the real grownups are just playing at it, the same way we are,” I told her and got up to go to the couch. I threw my flimsy bowl and the bag it came in away on the way and that took care of the dishes. “My idea of doing dishes just now was throwing away the bag and the container. So, not ready for this adulting gig.”

“Do we have to be? Can’t I have my baby, and we can all grow up together? We’ll still be teenagers, and when it’s ready to go to college, we’ll finally be ready, I think.” Brooklyn whined playfully.

“I think we could get away with that.” I sat down on the couch, my back and legs sore but I still managed to stretch out. “Maybe we could talk the baby into being the grownup for us?”