Emery signals a left turn into the drive thru diner, asking her sister if she wants a snack. “I don’t know if it’s the heat, or what,” she says, making the turn, “but I’ve felt awful for two weeks and the only thing that sounds any good to me right now are root beer floats. I’ve probably gained five pounds while Chris has been away.”
Her sister Mackinzie looks up from her phone. “Did you say root beer floats?”
Emery nods, reaching into the side door pocket for some cash. “Yeah, why?”
Mackinzie waits while Emery places her order at the staticy old box, also ordering fried mozzarella sticks and a sweet iced tea. “Emery?” She asks with a restrained calm, “Are you pregnant?”
“What? No… I can’t-”
The redhead’s jaw snaps shut and she starts counting off on her fingers. Her eyes pop, her hands shaking.
Good God, @magnus-hiddleston, what are you doing to me? I was merely checking my calendar and messages, trying to motivate myself OUT of bed. Then I see THIS in your posts, and I don’t think I ever want to leave bed again!
(With the way Tom looks now, I have these very inappropriate fantasies of two brothers, the younger and blonder one called Magnus and the somewhat older and more ginger one called Thomas. And that these two brothers like to share… *sends herself to the naughty step and drags @nuggsmum with her because she can*)
They like to play their own variation of Good Cop/Bad Cop, too. And it’s not always easy to find out who’s the good brother and who’s the bad one. One will break you, the other one will mend you. And again, and again…
Maybe then I’ll tell you more about how Magnus saved you when you were held hostage with others, then went all tongue-tied because you interest him too much? So he told his brother Thomas that they might’ve found a very good girl for them, and Thomas promptly arranges to meet you. Whereas his younger brother is a cop, he’s a therapist, and you’ve just booked the counseling session of your lifetime…
Is it bad to imagine this with Tom? It is bad. It is so bad, I know. Ugh… But… BUT…….. Like, after an event… or during one…. or before… all before, during and after….
Good God, @magnus-hiddleston, what are you doing to me? I was merely checking my calendar and messages, trying to motivate myself OUT of bed. Then I see THIS in your posts, and I don’t think I ever want to leave bed again!
(With the way Tom looks now, I have these very inappropriate fantasies of two brothers, the younger and blonder one called Magnus and the somewhat older and more ginger one called Thomas. And that these two brothers like to share… *sends herself to the naughty step and drags @nuggsmum with her because she can*)
They like to play their own variation of Good Cop/Bad Cop, too. And it’s not always easy to find out who’s the good brother and who’s the bad one. One will break you, the other one will mend you. And again, and again…
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