Built For Her

My mouth drops open for a second, and I start to tell him she can do what she wants, but then he kisses me again. When his tongue slides into my mouth all my protests are gone. My hands slide down his broad chest and I dig my fingers into his chest. I forget everything else until I hear my sister clear her throat.

“Oops.” I jerk back, and I understand what he means.

I don’t think when he’s got his hands on me, and having her walk in on us would be super embarrassing. I peep over Barrett’s shoulder as his lips go to my neck and he keeps kissing me. I have to fight a moan, and my sister looks shocked and unsure of what to do as she looks away from us.

“Umm,” she says loudly as her face turns bright red.

“Barrett.” I try to get him to stop, but his mouth only moves to my ear.

“I think you both get what I mean about knocking,” he says, and I can feel his lips smiling against me.

The idea of anyone seeing Barrett naked makes white-hot jealousy shoot through my body. He chuckles before placing one last kiss on my neck and then moving away so he’s propped up on the counter next to me.

“Morning,” he greets my sister as he picks up my coffee cup and hands it to me. “Would you like a mug?” he asks her.

“Sure. Sorry about that. I’ll make sure to knock next time.” She smiles.

“How about you put on a shirt, Barrett, and I’ll make Gabi a coffee,” I suggest, though it isn’t a suggestion at all.

“Anything you want, lady.” He smiles before heading up the stairs knowing I’ve been caught in a moment of jealousy.

“So he stayed again.” Gabi wiggles her eyebrows when Barrett is out of earshot.

I jump down from the counter and walk over towards the coffee pot. I make her a cup and try to get my blush under control. Which is silly. Gabi is my twin and we tell each other everything.

“Yeah,” I admit.

“I’m going to go grab something real quick.” With that she darts off before I can even say anything. I know she’s up to something.

After a moment Barrett comes strolling back into the kitchen with a shirt covering his chest.

“Pretty sure your sister is snooping.”

“Probably,” I laugh and nearly choke on my coffee as she wanders back into the kitchen.

“No condoms and I know you’re not on birth control.” I hear Barrett chuckle. “It’s baby time.”

She starts dancing around like a crazy person, her red hair going everywhere. I can’t help but laugh at her then the alarm goes off again.

“Is this some sort of baby dance?” Barrett asks.

“We dance a lot when we get excited,” I admit.

I’d probably join her right now, but I’m not a morning person like she is. Then the front door opens and Neal comes stomping in. He’s normally polished and put together, but right now he looks disheveled. There’s an angry look on his face, which is something that isn’t normal for him. What did Gabi do now? I gear up to watch the show.

“Gabi,” he says, grabbing her up in his arms to stop her from spinning around. “You threw up yesterday and this morning. I told you to keep your butt in bed.”

“I had to come here,” she pleads as she smiles up at him.

“I know, but I wanted you to rest and wait for me to finish cooking your breakfast.”

“They’re having sex and they aren’t using any protection.” She does a little hop in his arms, ignoring what he just said. Then the anger on Neal’s face melts away.

“Baby,” he says as he kisses her softly. “Go on, tell her.”

He lets her go, and when he pulls away she turns around to face me.

“I’m pregnant!” she squeals, and her whole face lights up.

I scream with excitement and run over to her, wrapping her in my arms. “Oh my god!” I squeal, and we just stand there for a long time hugging each other. I’m so freaking happy for her. She has wanted a baby since the moment she met Neal. Everything she talks about always leads back to babies.

“Now you gotta hurry,” she reminds me. As if I could forget.

When we were at the fair, every time we got a second alone she was on me about Barrett and me. She said she could tell from the moment she saw me I’d lost my V-card. It must be some weird twin connection, because I knew it with her, too.

“Trust me, he’s trying,” I laugh.

I am, too, truth be told. I’ve always loved the idea of my sister and me being pregnant at the same time and our kids growing up together.

“What would you have done if I had used a condom or birth control?” I ask.