Untitled #1375

Untitled #1375 by sassy

flashback;

I glanced at my watch and stood up from the couch, Cami's hand reaching for my wrist immediatly as she stopped me. "Where are you going?" She asked.
I smiled at her and caressed her cheek with my free hand, loving how even if we were in the middle of the baby shower for our son, surrounded by the people we loved, I was still the one to get most of her attention. "I'm calling Chloe, she's late." I explained softly and placed a kiss on her lips before heading to the hallway where I slid my phone out of my jeans, dialing my sister's number.

“Yeah?” Chloe answered.
“Where the fuck are you?” I asked, not bothering to be nice.
“I'm not sure.” She admitted, sounding like someone who had just woke up with a bad hangover.
“Good god Chloe.” I groaned, frustration in my tone.
“Relax Ben I'm fine.”
“Oh because you sound like you’re still wasted.”
“Did you need something?” She snapped.
“You’re late to Cami’s baby shower.”
“That’s not until Sunday.” She replied seriously.
“It IS Sunday.” Was my curt reply.
“Fuck. Give me 30 minutes.” She hung up on me and I nearly throw my phone against the wall, hating the person my sister had become.
I opened the door of my and Cami's apartment way more than 30 minutes later, the voices coming from the livingroom too loud for the group of guests to hear the doorbell ringing. One glance at my sister and I knew that my suspicions were right. "Good god." I muttered under my breath, looking at her messy hair, the make up on her face the same of the night before, her outfit screaming take me home. I really didn't know what was going on with Chloe, since she had come back from the States I could barely recognize her.
"What?" She asked but her voice came out so raspy that she cleared her throat and tried again, "What Ben?!"
I groaned and grabbed her from her elbow, closing the door behind us quietly before leading her to my bedroom, "Keep quiet." I muttered under my breath, noticing how she was staggering and leaning her weight against me.
She said something unintelligible but didn't protest, blinking at me once we were alone in my room. "Why are we here?" She asked simply, like she couldn't grasp what was about to happen. She was lucky enough I wasn't open her head in two and put some sense in it.
"Because you're still drunk, dressed like a..." I trailed off, not wanting to insult her but taking in what she was wearing. I didn't know if I was more mad or sad, seeing my sister like that, probably a mix of both. I shook my head, "Mom's in the living room along with half of our family, you can't show up like this."
Chloe just glared at me, something she made a lot lately. “Show up like what?” She asked me, folding her arms over her chest.
“Like you’re at a club and not a party.” I said finally, being the nicest thing I could come up with saying.
“Where’s Cami?” She asked and I glared at her again.
“I'm not bringing Cami into this she’s 8 months pregnant.” I said seriously because I didn't want to drag my Cami into this, because it was between Chloe and I amd necause being pregant and eighteen was enough to handle without my sister's shenanigans.
She rolled her eyes, another thing she started to love doing a lot. “If you don’t like what I'm wearing I'm going to have to borrow some of Cami’s clothes.” She said in a slow drawn out voice that made me think she was high.
“Fine. And wash your face you look like a damned panda.” I shook my head, wondering if she didn't really realize the situation.
She called out after me. “I was going for panda!” She shouted, walking into my bathroom and I heard the water ran while looking for some decent clothes for her in Cami's side of our closet.
“Here.” I shoved a black tee shirt and a pair of jeans and swallowed. “You look like shit Chlo.” I commented, noticing the bags under her eyes, her skin so pale, she looked at the same time younger and older, while I just wanted her to go back being my little sister.
She shrugged. “Well I feel fine, but thanks for the brotherly love.” She gave me a fake smile before shutting the door to change.
I waited outstide, wondering where she got that attitude from. She was so different from the girl I used to know, I didn't like this new version that much. “What’s going on with you? Seriously?” I asked when she opened the door, pulling her hair into a high bun and shrugging.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She asked, like the immature girl she was.
“Bullshit.” I spat. I was 20 and on a baby on his way, that was already a lot to handle, and where I thought that my sister would help, she was just making things worse instead. “This morning you didn’t know where you were or what day it was. If that’s not fucked up? Than what is? I'm trying to help here Chloe but you have to work with me!”
She swallowed, looking back at me. “What do you want me to say Ben?”
I took a deep breath, trying once again to act calm and find out what was happening to my baby sister. "What's wrong Chloe?" I asked as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at her.
"Nothing's wrong." She answered in a harsh tone that was the only one she seemed to be able to use lately. I wasn't even surprised, it was always like this. I tried to help, to make her talk, she snapped, I snapped, and we were back to square one.
I shot her a blank look, wondering if she thought I was stupid. "It must be something, you weren't like this when you left for New York."
She crossed her arms against her chest defensively, "Again?" She asked, annoyance in her tone.
"Again what?" I bliked. Sometimes I had the feeling that everything about me irked me, even if I breathed that was rude or over protective or those b.ullshit she served me on daily basis.
"You keep saying 'like this' and I don't know what you're talking about Ben." She groaned and even used the air quotes as if she had just popped out from one of those stupid movies with Lindsay Lohan that she used to watch with Cami when they were both even younger than now.
"Are you stupid?" I asked with an eyebrow raised, starting to think that she had left her brain on the other side of the ocean.
At my words she widened her eyes, hurricane Chloe about to hit me. "Can you please stop treating me like this? I didn't come here to hear you insult me or give me one of your lectures! I don't need either!" She said in a tone that was way too loud and made her wince, as if her head was about to explode. Well mine was on its way.
"I give up on you." I said flatly, in a sigh.
"Yeah, you say that everytime but never do it." She rolled her eyes as she leaned against the wall behind her, her eyes on mine but showing no emotions.
I parted my lips, then I closed them again. It was as if the more I tried to get closer to her, the more she pushed me away, girls were complicated by nature but my sister was impossible. And I was running out of time, in a month I'd have a son to take care of and I coudn't add Chloe to the list of things to worry about. "Because I love you and I care about you." I said eventually, upset because our relationship, that once had been so nice, was going to shit. I wanted her in my life, in my son's life too, but if she kept acting so out of control? I'd keep her away from my baby, she couldn't be trusted.
"Yes. I know you do Ben.” Chloe nodded.
I looked at her and I had the feeling that my words meant nothing to her, as if she was there but not really listening. “But if you keep acting this way-“
“Acting this way?! Like I'm some big giant fuck up?! I'm not the teenager having a baby shower Ben!” She started yelling.
“Chloe.” I warned. If there was a thing that really pissed me off? It was anything about my baby.
“You act like I'm jumping off the deep end here but even when I'm wasted off my ass I can still remember to wear a condom!!!”
I stood up, looking at her and wanting to strangle her. I had made a mistake, a huge one okay, but I was doing my best to make up for it and I felt as if I had grown up more in those last eight months than in my whole life. Chloe on the other side, had left for NY that she was 18 and came back 6. I kept silent, giving her the chance to apologize or, at least, to shut her mouth.
“Or did you knock her up on purpose? Maybe you were afraid you weren’t enough to keep her on your own?” She went on instead, always taking the wrong decision.
“You’re going to want to stop talking.” I finally said, my voice was low and dangerous and never in my whole life I had felt so upset. My sister among other people was supposed the one who knew better how much Cami meant to me or how much I meant for Cami, since not only she was my sister but my girlfriend's best friend too. Apparently, she didn't.
“Not on purpose then? So you’re just a selfish asshole who’s ruining Cami’s life for no reason?! Even better. Don’t you talk to me about being “like this” at least I'm still going to have a semblance of a life in a month. That’s more than I can say for either of you.”
I stared at her wide eyed, not wanting to believe to my own ears. That was mean, really mean. And not true. She was too immature and self-centered to understand that a baby couldn't ruin our lives because, despite him not being planned, we really wanted him. "Get out of here." I said coldly, not even wanting her around if this was her opinion about my life. Yes I was having a baby way too young, yes I should have worn a condom and yes I still felt bad about it, but I didn't regret deciding to keep this baby, I didn't care if my life was about to change and it was going to be hard. I loved Cami with all my heart and I'd love our son just as much.
"You can't kick me out." She said in a laugh, probably not thinking I was being serious. I was instead.
"I can. It's my apartment and my life, I want you out of both." I stared at her, my own words hurting me but I didn't know what else to do at this point. She just blinked so I went on, "Whatever happen to you it doesn't give you any right to treat me like this, I despise this version of you and I don't want you around me, Cami, or our baby."
"Ben-" She started but I cut her off. The only thing that could save this situation was her taking her words back, too bad it couldn't happen.
"I'm serious, you won't get to see him or know him, I don't want him to be even close to someone I don't trust and who thinks that he's going to ruin our lives." I said, trying to keep my tone in check but it was hard. I was beyond mad. I reached for the handle of my door and opened it, "Get out Chloe."
“Are you seriously trying to kick me out of your life?” Chloe asked, looking shocked and hurt, and I couldn't care less at this point.
“If that’s what it takes to make a life for my son.” I said coldly, the words coming out of my mouth and leaving my chest tight, that wasn't something you said light-hearted, but it was needed. Deserved even.
She looked around the room, as if she was lost, or more probably still drunk. “What the hell are you going to tell him about me?!” She asked.
“I won’t tell him about you.” I answered simply. I knew that it was impossible, but I also knew that Chloe needed to believe it to take me seriously.
“So what he’ll just not know you have a sister? Mom and Dad won’t allow that Ben. Cami won’t either.” She protested, acting like a 5 year old who still brought up her parents to win an argument.
“Mom and Dad are not in charge of how I raise my child and Cami will want what’s best for him.” I explained, reality far from whatever she had in her head.
“And that’s not me?!”
“I’d rather him think you didn’t exsist than have to deal with the fact that you’re a drugged up drunk who just gives it away.” I said seriously, even if the thought alone pained me. That didn't make it less true, still.
She reached out and slapped me across the face. “You’re supposed to be my brother.” She said, tears falling down her face slowly and killing me because I never wanted to see her cry no matter how awful she could be. I was being an asshole, I knew it, but she needed a reality check.
“And you’re supposed to be my sister. My sister? Isn’t like this. My sister is fun and loud, and talented and a dreamer. Even a little naughty sometimes but she never crossed the line. You’re so far over the line now you can’t even fucking see it.”
“So what? You’re just done with me?” She asked, the tears she couldn’t stop still falling.
“You have a month. Clean up your act or I'm done with you.” I said finally, wondering if a month could be enough. 
“….You’ll let me be an aunt if I get better?” She asked, widening her eyes and looking a lot like when she was a kid, tired and desperate for something.
I stared at her, wishing she could trust me enough to let me help her with whatever was changing her instead of playing the bad brother. She needed that, that was what I kept saying in my head, but damn it was hard. "We'll see." I said weakly, trying not to break and start consoling her.
"Ben please, give me a chance." She literally begged, something I hadn't seen in a decade, "Don't cut me out of his life, I can get better, I promise."
"Your words mean nothing to me." I heard myself say as I wished I could just put some sense into her and avoid this conversation, this torture.
At that her sobs got louder, her shoulders started shaking and she hid her face in her hands, breaking my hearts while I wondered if there was more than our fight under her desperation. "Please." She managed to breathe out, her voice trembling and muffled.
"I need you to show me that you're changed Chlo." I said in a softer tone, knowing that if I said yes right away she'd never change. I had to play the bad cop and live through a hell for a month, only hoping that my sister would find the way back to who she was in time to see my son on the first day of his life, as if I didn't have enough concerns.
She bit down on her lip, trying to stop crying and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, even if it was useless. "I will, I want to be there for him." She breathed out in a tiny voice.
"I hope so." I paused as I waited for her to find the courage to look at me again while I repeated the words she had said to me again and again in my mind, those being the only reason why I was managing to be still so cold. In any other fight I'd give up eventually and console her, but not today, not when she had told that I had ruined Cami's life, not when she thought so low of me. I might have hit her hard, but she hadn't been nicer. "Gabriel deserves to have a decent aunt."
She blinked at me, sniffing, "Gabriel?"
"That's what we're calling him." I explained curtly, breaking eye contact and running my hands through my hair. I had my pregnant 18 year old girlfriend in the living room having her party for the baby and an out of control sister in my bedroom, a baby on his way who I had no idea how I'd handle, a neverending list of things that worried me, being a father on top of it, I felt this close to going crazy. It could look easy for her, Cami and I were managing to get through everything with the strenght coming from our love, but it was the hardest thing ever. And we weren't even parents yet.
“Oh my god.” Tears fell down her face again, only making me feel worse. “It’s perfect.”
“Ben?” Cami peeked her head into the room and lit up when she saw my sister. “Chlo you made it!! Are those my clothes?” She wobbled into the room, my eyes taking in her belly and making me smile.
“Actually Chloe was just leaving.” I said and forced that cold voice he had been using before again.
She looked back at me. “You’re not even going to let me stay?” She asked softly and I felt like a real ass.
“You’re not even sober now.” I said shaking my head.
“Oh Chloe….” Cami gave her a look of pity and concern that I was sure my sister hated. “She can stay Ben…”
I shook my head. “She knows what she has to do if she wants to be in our place.”
Chloe swallowed thickly. “Just let me get your gift.” She reached into her bag to pull out the small blue box, handing it over to Cami.
I blinked at her, surprised. “You had time to get a gift and not to change your clothes?”
She swallowed, shrugging. “I ordered it months ago and picked it up on the way here instead of going home.” Cami gasped at the little Tiffany’s baby rattle. “I’ve already paid to get it engraved…now that you’ve named him.” She gave a weak smile to her best friend and me before swallowing again. “I should go.”
"No, don't go." Cami protested, pulling her into a side hug and glaring at me in the process. "You have to stay."
"Ben's right-" She started as she pulled away.
"Ben's going to regret it if he doesn't let you stay." My girlfriend's eyes moved from me to my sister, a warm smile on her pretty lips. Could she be more perfect? No, probably not. "And your gift is adorable, thank you."
I ignored the last part and sighed, Cami always being my weakness but sometimes being wiser than me despite being younger. "Ben has a mouth and a head to speak his mind on his own."
"Then use it." My baby gave me a look as she walked over me to press a chaste kiss on my lips before leaving us alone again, "I'll see you in the other room." She said to Chloe before disappearing in the hallway.
Chloe and I stared at each other for a bunch of seconds, while I decided what to do. Truth was, I knew that Cami was right. "Go take a shower. You still smell like alcohol and sex and you have yesterday's make up, mom can't see you like this. You know where to find everything, I'll get you something for your hangover in the meantime." I said in one breath, taking my eyes away from her and feeling defeated and helpless. "You can stay Chlo, but it doesn't change what I told you earlier."
“I’ll surprise you.”
I looked at her, feeling confused since I didn't want to be surprised. Normality shouldn't surprise. “You being a good sister wouldn’t surprise me Chlo. This version of you does.” I shook my head, feeling defeated, before walking out of the room. And that was where I bumped into Cami who was clearly trying to eavesdrop my conversation with my sister. I didn't care about that, since I'd tell her that later anyway, we had no secret. "What are you doing here?" I smirked, wrapping my arms around her body and nuzzling her neck as I led her down the hallway.
"What's wrong with Chloe?" She asked, not even bothering to deny, her hands landing on mine which were on her belly as she leaned her back against my chest.
"Nothing cutie." I said quietly and set my chin on the top of her head as we walked like the silly teens we weren't anymore.  When she pushed her bony elbow into my ribs I protested. "Ouch! I'll tell you later!"
She tilted her head up, looking finally happy with my answer, "You better."
"Let's keep this drama free for now." I sighed and pulled away from her regretfully, taking her hand in mine and kissing her lips before walking back in our crowded living room but a second later she was heading back to our room. I squeezed her hand, refusing to let her go, "What do you think you're going?"
She shrugged and bit her lip, "Maybe Chloe needs a friend." She said quietly, as if that was the natural thing to do. How Cami and my sister were best friends was a mystery to me, they were like opposites, but I was happy about that anyway.
"Hurry, I don't want to miss you." I winked at her and let her go, finally sitting on the couch and feeling so exhausted all I wanted to do was sleep.
My mom's attention was all on me of course the moment I leaned my ass against the cushion and I could only pray she couldn't see that there was something wrong. "Are you okay Benjy?" She asked softly.
"Yeah..." I trailed off as I ran my hands through my hair, a habit I had developed through the years, "I wish I could have a scotch instead of this fruity non-alcoholic crap." I smirked at her, teasing her like always. I didn't even drink anymore, I was too focused on being Cami and the baby to do anything else.
"Ben." She sighed and rolled her eyes before shaking her head. And that was when my girlfriend came back holding my sister's hand. No wonder she was so immature, everyone treated her like a baby. “Hey baby I wondered when you’d get here.” Mom said scooping her up and kissing her forehead softly as Chloe rested into her body. surprise surprise. ”Tu m’as tellement manqué”
“Moi aussi maman” Chloe grinned and pressed a kiss against her cheek while I watched her, wishing I could glare instead.
“What have you been up to?”
I gave her a look, waiting for her lie, and she shrugged instead. “Nothing really.” She gave mom a weak smile and Cami started talking emphatically about how she’d come home to the baby room all ready last week. I had promised that to her and it had been far from easy, but it was little compared to all the things I could and would still do for her.
“You’d think cribs would be easier to put together but I swear it took me all day.” I joked, causing our family and friends to laugh appreciatively and Cami to beam at me. I cupped her face and pressed a kiss against her lips before lowering my head to kiss her stomach too, wishing we could be alone and cuddle instead.
“It was worth it though.” Mom piped in. “He called Corey to help.” She smirked and we laughed again, even if it wasn't even that funny.
"More like he offered help and he wouldn't accept no as answer." I sighed, being silly because really, I was glad to have my parents to help and support us. My family was my everything, no wonder why I was so upset with Chloe.
My mom shook her head, a smirk on her face, "He's a stubborn man."
"Reminds me of someone." I said a little too quickly as I stared at my sister, making it obvious I was talking about her, and Cami reached for my hand to squeeze it.
"He got better, you should have known him when he was young." She said back and looked at my dad with so much love it was almost nauseating. Almost, because now that I was with Cami, I loved her so much and we were starting our own family I could see where I had learnt how to love.
I kept my eyes on my Chloe which was looking at me a little wide-eyed, "There's still hope after all."

present;

A smiling Chloe opened the door of my apartment, squeals coming from the kitchen as I walked inside and shot her a suspicious look. "Are you two killing someone?" I asked but couldn't help smirking, knowing that her expression plus the tone of my son's voice meant that they were having fun.
"No, we're getting everything ready to kill you instead." She stuck her tongue out at me and headed back to where she had come.
"Hilarious, really." I grinned as I followed her, widening my eyes when I stepped into the kitchen. It was a mess. Beyond that, it was...I didn't even have words. There was flour everywhere, the oven was on and it felt like we were staying in hell, but when my eyes landed on my son, whose hands were into what looked like dough and his smile was huge, I relaxed. "What are you doing little man?" I asked, feeling myself smile like an idiot as I walked over him to press a kiss on his forehead that left him wrinkle his nose. He was so much like Cami when he did that.
He glanced at Chloe, who was busy stirring something into a pan, "Aunt Chloe and I are making pizza!" He explained, excitement in his voice.
"So you're really trying to kill me, uh?" I grinned to my sister, just teasing her since cooking was something she did really well.
"We bought everything, how hard can it be put everything together?" She asked back with a wink and ignored my joke, her smile matching my son's.
I really liked seeing her with Gabe, she was a whole different person when they were together and, to be honest, a happier better version too. "Can I help?" I asked, my eyes back to my cutie.
"No!" He said stubbornly, shaking his head at me, "We're making dinner for you, it was aunt Chloe's idea."
I looked at my sister and smiled, hoping that one day she'd have her own man and child, because I Was sure that when that moment would come she'd just be complete. "You're a good aunt, aunt Chloe."
Gabe waddled up and wrapped his arms around her neck, Chloe looking happy even though he was getting all sorts of flour in her hair. “You’re my favorite!!!” He said, squeezing her as she wrapped her arms around his tiny body and squeezed back.
“Oh I'm going to tell Milena you said that.” She smirked and Gabe’s eyes went wide and his mouth turned into a little o that was adorable.
“I have two favorites!!!!” He exclaimed with a smile as both Chlo and I chuckled.
She gave him the sauce she probably had made the day before and handed him a spoon. “Okay, put the sauce all over the dough. And be careful.” She added.
She turned around to me as Gabe very carefully started spooning sauce onto the dough that looked more like a map of some country than a circle. “You look cute.” I said, motioning towards her flour covered sweats.
She shrugged. “Worth it.” She grinned back at me, both of us watching Gabe as he worked. “How did you manage to make something so perfect?” She teased me.
I laughed. “It was 50% Cami.” I replied seriously and she nodded her head.
“Ahhh yes. That would make anything perfect.” She winked, always one to let me know what was good for me. My little sister still thought she knew everything. I rolled my eyes but I was still smiling. “I told mom.” She said offhandedly.
I blinked as I looked away from my son and towards her, her words surprising me. "You told mom...?" I trailed off, pretty sure I got that right but still surprised.
She nodded and bit down on her lip, bending over my son and helping him with the sauce. "Yes." She said simply as she smiled at him before looking back at me.
"How did it go?" I asked slowly, wondering how our mom had taken it. Knowing that your sister had been beaten up by some a.sshole and had had to go through that alone, in a foreign country had been awful for me, a torture for my ears, I could only imagine how hard it had been for her. Also, mom knowing that I had kept it from her? Not good. But I was going to think about that later.
She sighed and shrugged, not looking at me as she opened the fridge to grab mozzarella. Had she gone groceries shopping too? Because I was pretty sure it wasn't there before. "I'm glad I told her, I feel lighter now." She answered quietly.
"I love grand-mere." Gabe said out of nowhere, surprising us since he looked so focused on making his pizza that I had no idea he was listening too. My smart boy was good at multitasking apparently.
Chloe let out a chuckle, sounding a lot like her actually. "She loves you too cutie." She said before cutting mozzarella into pieces and passing them to him.
I watched them silently for a few moments, genuinely happy to have my sister over. "What about dad?" I asked quietly, raising one eyebrow at her. My guess was that he didn't know yet and probably wouldn't for a long time.
She took a deep breath. “Dad is next.” She said, swallowing thickly at just the thought of it.
“He’s going to lock up and never let you out.” I joked, only half kidding because if he did? I wouln't be completely against it.
She moved far enough away from Gabe so that even with his super ears he couldn’t hear. “He’s going to ask me where he is….who he is. He’ll want to hurt him.” She said shaking her head.
“I know the feeling.” I said, remembering how it had been for me to know what had happened to my sister. I doubt that Dad would take it better, maybe worse instead. “If I had known that day in the park….” I shook my head, my hands slowly rolling out of the fists I had made while I watched my son.
“But that’s not going to help me Ben. As much as I’d love to just be over it? Hurting Sam isn’t the answer.”
“He hurt you.” I reminded her and she swallowed.
“And I have to live with that. But as long as he’s not hurting me now and as long as he’s not a danger to me? I don’t want anything to do with him.” I nodded and looked at her for a second before running my hand through my hair, wondering how that was true and how it had to do with her not wanting to keep bringing the subject up. “What?” She asked, knowing me too well not to notice my gesture which always hid something.
“You’re just really something Chlo.” I said eventually, giving her a smile as I wrapped my arm around her waist in a silly side hug.
“I'm still awful instead.” She joked back at me.
I laughed and freed her from my hold, "I said you're something but you didn't let me finish, you're something awful." I added with a grin.
She stuck her tongue out at me, not bothering to take offense. Thank god, she finally knew that I just liked teasing her and the opinion I had about her was a whole other one. She was strong, determined, amazing when she wanted, only I wasn't going to tell her all over again or her ego would get as big as mine. "Say that again and you'll have no pizza." She threatened, her face turning serious as she glanced at Gabe whose pizza looked like a masterpiece. He looked proud, and tired too.
"It's ready." He announced as he set his hands on his hips, giving us a huge smile.
"Aunt Chloe said I can't have it." I told him as I kept a straight face, glancing at my sister from the corner of my eye as she rolled her eyes and put the pizza in the oven.
He shook his head as if I was talking nonsense, "No, she's good and she always shares." He said as if that explained everythingand I guessed that it did in one way.
"Oh cutie." Chloe beamed at him, messing with his hair.
"I'm not a cutie! Maman is!" He protested and while that didn't surprise me at all, my sister seemed to be surprised instead, blinking her eyes. Before she could say a word my silly son jumped off the stool he was standing on, almost giving me a heart attack. "I'm going to wash my hands, they're sticky." He said matter-of-factly and ran away.
Chloe turned her head to my direction, raising one eyebrow at me while she started cleaning the kitchen counter, "Cami is a cutie, uh?" She said slowly, getting nothing but a shrug from me. "That must be the reason why you're taking her on vacation."
"We're taking Gabe on vacation instead." I corrected her, already knowing where she wanted to go with that.
"Uh." She muttered unintelligently, "Can you take me too?"
"No." I answered immediatly. I had nothing against my sister, or spending time with her, but this? It was for us three only. Gabe had to feel as if we were a family, even if not a normal one.
She pouted, making a silly face that let me know that it wasn't that she really wanted to go, but she wanted to dig into the Cami subject instead. What was new. "Why not?" She asked.
"I want to be alone with Cami." I said with a straight face, smirking when her eyes widened, "And Gabe." I added, ruining the answer that she wanted to hear instead.
"And?" She pushed, not giving up. She never did though, it only she could be this determined on certain things she'd have a boyfriend too.
"And I'm going to shower now." I kept my grin in place, it only getting bigger when she sighed, "And I love you."