Chapter 12
chapter
twelve
Charlotte
ME: I’m pretty sure he’s trying to kill me.
CHELSEA: In what way?
CHELSEA: Also, this pregnancy is making you way more dramatic.
ME: eye roll emoji>
ME: How does he not know that walking around in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants is the equivalent of lady porn?
ME: Not to mention that pregnancy hormones = crazy sex drive.
CHELSEA: Huh… I didn’t know that.
brENDAN: My eyes!!!
brENDAN: WTF are you talking about this in the sibling chat. Go do girl things alone. Without me. So I don’t have to think about my sisters’ sex drives.
CHELSEA: Aww, Brendan is so sorry that you need some big D, Charlie.
brENDAN: I hate you.
Brendan has left the chat>
CHELSEA: God, I love teasing him.
ME: Never gets old.
CHELSEA: So sweatpants?
ME: Yeah or just athletic shorts. Either way it’s like he’s freeballing it and there’s never a shirt so it’s just so much bare skin.
CHELSEA: Pretty sure he knows exactly what he’s doing.
ME: What?
CHELSEA: Pregnancy has also made you a little dumb.
ME: Can’t help it. Baby boy sucks up all my good brain cells.
CHELSEA: Fair.
CHELSEA: He’s a walking, talking thirst trap, dear sister. That man wants you. And it looks like he’s not afraid to fight dirty.
ME: I’m so screwed.
CHELSEA: We can only hope.