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Lyssa
Goose was quiet the whole time I talked and continued to be silent for what felt like ages after. The entire time, the look of anger never left his eyes, and I wasn't sure who he was angry at. If it was with my sister and Ray for what they did, or with me for not saying anything before now. I know we haven't really discussed our pasts, but that didn't mean I didn't feel a little insecure. Finally, after a lifetime of silence from him, he slowly moved. His hand moved up my chest to my face, his finger whipping a stray tear I didn't know had except my eye. His eyes softened as he refocused on me. His lips pressed against mine in the sweetest, gentlest kiss we have ever shared. It was slow, unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world. It was nothing like any of the other kisses he and I had shared, and when it ended, a wave of sadness filled me for only a second.
"I am sorry that happened to you. Do you know why your sister is here now? What she wants?"
I shook my head.
"No, but if I know her as well as I think I do, she isn't going to leave until I listen to what she has to say."
A flash of the same anger from before filled his eyes, but it was gone seconds later as he shook his head.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. And you sure as s**t don't have to talk to her alone, if that's what you decide."
Chuckling, I shook my head.
"The talking to her part I should do only to hear her out and get it over with. The not alone part, why do I feel like that, part I won't have a say in, and you will be there anyway?"
Leaning in, he pressed his lips to mine in a quick pecking kiss.
"Because I don't trust your sister and why she is here."
Sighing, I nodded.
"Alright, but we should probably get our clothes back on and go see what she wants so she will stop bothering the neighbors."
Grunting, he leaned in and pressed another soft kiss on my forehead, this time before helping me up off the floor. The two of us got ourselves dressed again. As I finished, he disappeared into my bathroom to dispose of the condom. Fixing my hair as best I could, I headed back outside. He would be behind me in a moment, and Emilia was still outside dealing with my sister. I felt bad for just leaving her to deal with Brooklyn, but at the same time, I was grateful for her interference. Though as I rounded the corner of the house, I couldn't help but pause as I took in the fact that Emilia wasn't along. Standing with her, blocking my sister's path, were D and Finch. Brooklyn's attention was on Finch, who stood, taking her yelling and pointing her finger at him as only a patient father could. It was like he was dealing with a child who was throwing a tantrum, and he was just letting her get all her energy out, while D and Emilia both looked like they were ready to throttle her.
Goose's hand on my back encouraged me to walk the rest of the way around the house, catching Brooklyn's attention. Her finger waving and yelling stopped as she threw her hands up in the air.
"Lyssa, about damn time. Will you tell these people I am your sister and to let me by so we can talk? Also, if he can keep his hands to himself, I don't appreciate being manhandled and carried away like I am nothing more than a sack of potatoes."
Snorting, I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh out loud at the image that came to mind of Finch picking my sister up, throwing her over his shoulder, and walking her back around the house as if she were nothing. And knowing the little bit about him that I did, I am almost positive all her wiggling and trying to get free didn't even faze him, and that pissed her off more.
"Brooklyn, how about you just tell me what it is you came here to say so we can all get back to our lives."
Shock filled her face, and one of her hands moved to her chest as if she was completely taken aback by what I just said.
"Jesus, Lyssa, I came all this way, getting lost more than a dozen times, and that's all I am going to get. Treated like a stranger and manhandled by some baboon. Can't you and I just go inside and talk alone?"
Sighing, I shook my head.
"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my friends."
Throwing her hands up in the air, she let them drop back to her side.
"Fine. I was hoping I could get my sister back, and she could be there for me, but whatever."
She fell silent for a good minute, and when I didn't say anything, she continued on.
"I found Ray with another woman, so I left him."
Shrugging, I can't say that I am surprised. If the man was willing to cheat on me, why would she expect anything else? Annoyance at my lack of response had her turning to walk away, only to turn back after a couple of steps.
"Also, I am pregnant, and I was hoping my sister would be there to help me."
My heart sank, and I was torn. I am still so very angry with my sister, but she was still my sister. And if she answers my next question, how I am sure she is going to, she will be entirely on her own with no support from the father. In fact, I am surprised he let her leave without pushing for her to have an abortion first. Unless he didn't know, which, if he hadn't, it was only a matter of time before he did find out.
"Who's the father?"
"Ray, who else would it be?"
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