Join the Club (SWAT Generation 2.0 7)

Though, there were a few times that I had to make special trips to places with the dogs, and at those times I couldn’t be having her suctioning that dildo to my car without me knowing.

Her car on the other hand…

“That was great, wasn’t it?” she asked, tears forming in her eyes as she tried to suppress her laughter. “That was also totally Booth’s idea. I had to hollow out some of the dildo to allow for air escapage, though.”

My eyes went to Booth, who was still very much upset, then back to my sister.

“Are you excited about the baby?” I asked quietly, hoping that the two brothers in the room wouldn’t overhear.

Her brows pinched together as she thought about her answer.

“I’m fucking scared,” she admitted. “I’ve never really liked kids. Being around them.”

I rolled my eyes. “You love Asa, and you practically were his second mother. He calls me mom and you aunt. But that’s only for formality’s sake. You’ve burped him, fed him. Bathed him, watched over him. Gone to check on him when he’d been quiet too long when he’d first started sleeping through the night as a baby. You’ve cried with me over his first steps and gotten pissed with me when something bad happens at his school. Trust me when I say, you’re ready for this. You are a mother.”

Her eyes started to fill with tears again, and this time they actually started to leak over.

“I’m scared,” she said, fear filling her voice.

I snorted. “Welcome to motherhood. But, just sayin’, you’ve been there with me for five years now. You just didn’t want to admit it.”

She sighed and swiped the tears from her eyes.

Which was when I decided that I really needed to let her in on my secret.

“I’ve been sleeping with Bourne,” I whispered.

I couldn’t have told her something more surprising, apparently.

She gasped, drawing Booth and Bourne’s attention.

Then she said, “You’ve been boning my fiancé’s twin brother? Do you know how that’s going to look to the people of Kilgore, Texas?”

There was a long moment of silence as I stared at her in shock. Then she started to laugh.

“Oh, this is so great. Dad is going to flip his lid.” She laughed gleefully. “I love this! Now all we have to do is move in together. We can raise Asa together, and you can help me raise my baby. Oh, can we please, please do this?”

Bourne started laughing then, his eyes coming to me. “You put her up to that, didn’t you?”

I blinked innocently at him. “No. I swear I didn’t.”

“Why?” Booth asked. “What am I missing?”

“What you’re missing is that your brother is sleeping with my sister and they kept it a secret from us!” Dillan cried.

My brows rose. “And you didn’t do the same damn thing to me? Technically, we only slept with each other a handful of times a month ago. It was only very recently that we decided to give us a try.” I pointed to Bourne and me with my finger. “Y’all kept your secrets much longer than I did. I didn’t even know that you were engaged!”

“Why do you have such a guilty look on your face, Delanie?” Dillan asked. “What else aren’t you telling me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not not telling you anything.”

“Your father decided that he wants to have visitation with Asa. He also set up that meeting with the governor so that Delanie could spy on his campaign seeing as he plans to run against him. But he didn’t say that in particular, that’s what we’re reading between the lines,” Bourne murmured. “Did you ever order that pizza?”

I never got to answer.

There was a long moment of silence and then Booth burst out with, “That man isn’t getting anywhere near my child.”

“Amen,” I muttered, sharing a look of commiseration with Booth. “He actually asked for visitation. Said that he’d clear the time. That his secretary would call when it was a good time for him.”

Booth snorted. “That ain’t happening.”

“Agreed.” I nodded. “It isn’t.”

“He’ll get a lawyer involved,” Dillan guessed. “When he doesn’t get what he wants. He’ll have to seek professional counsel because he has to make it look like he’s the one that’s being wronged. He can’t just let this go because it has to look good for his career.”

“Great,” Booth said. “Exactly what we need right now. More media attention. This shit is going to hit the fan.”

It was.

I could feel it now.

Scrubbing my face, I looked over at Booth. “Do you still want to go to the specialist appointment in Dallas tomorrow?”

He glanced over at Dillan who, despite being strangled all over again, didn’t look worse for wear.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m going.”

“That’s good because I’m opening my shop tomorrow,” she said. “And it’ll get you out of my hair instead of hovering over me every second of every day.”