Chapter 29 – Gabby
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gabby
Idon’t know what was going through Isaac’s head when he pinned me to his bed and did everything in his power to knock me up.
Do either of us really need a new baby in our situation right now?
Don’t get me wrong, there was something outrageously sexy about the way he held me down, the dirty things he whispered into my ear.
I loved the feeling of being speared on his big cock and getting my legs wide and wrapped around him.
He left an ache with his departure. The kids are with their babysitters while he’s gone, so I have the house to myself, but I have to admit that I miss all of them so much it hurts.
It’s easy to get accustomed to the company of kids.
I like them. They’re generally kind, pretty simple, and they don’t worry about all the stupid ridiculous stuff that adults worry about.
Averie stops by the second I tell her that it’s okay and even if I swear she’s nonchalant and barely gives a crap about her irrelevant younger sister, she brings me a housewarming bottle of nonalcoholic cider, a basket of all new items from the Harvard COOP, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies with oatmeal.
She watches me eagerly unpack my gifts – a baseball cap, a crewneck maroon sweater with HARVARD embroidered across the front in white, a few notebooks, a white mug, and a Harvard keyring.
There are even two shot glasses. She went all out.
I pour us some of the nonalcoholic cider in shot glasses, while Averie asks me tons of questions about Harvard, conveniently not bringing up the sexy biker and his three kids until after our toast, a half hour conversation, and a few sips.
Damn, she’s good.
“So… Did you tie up the biker and three kids before hiding them in the basement? There’s nobody here.”
“He’s working and the kids have a sitter.”
“Do I get to meet this guy or…”
“Yes! Of course you can meet him. His life is just…”
“Crazy because he’s involved with the mob?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Sorry. All the allegations against the Murray family are just that. Allegations.” She takes a pointed sip of her cider and then tops herself up. Older sisters will bring you a beverage as a gift and drink half of it…
“The Murray family?”
“Play dumb,” Averie says, and I can tell from her smug tone that she’s about to launch into one of her older sibling girl boss themed speeches that I have been subject to from a young age.
“I did the research and carried out a thorough investigation when I heard you were running across the country with this man. He seems… I don’t know. Competent, I guess.”
“Thanks.”
“Did he tell you that he won a bunch of football awards in high school?”
“That was ages ago.”
Averie shrugs. “I’m telling you. I did the research.”
By Averie’s standards, this is a glowing review, dripping with approval. She can be impossible to please sometimes, not like any of the guys she dates seem bothered by that.
I haven’t had a girls’ night with my sister in forever. The older you get, the less time you have to spend with the people you love. After the adventure I had with Isaac, I didn’t realize how much I missed Averie or how desperate I was to ground myself in something that felt like my old life.
Averie updates me about her job, crazy clients and coworker drama, which never fails to entertain.
I give her a tour of the apartment and show her pictures of Isaac, including ones that make him look good.
She seems really impressed by the little study he made for me in our new place – it’s quiet with a nice modern desk and a Henry Miller chair, a tall bookshelf for all the books I’ll need and space for my favorite stuffed animal to stay perched on the desk.
I can tell he loves you.
Again, another glowing review by my sister’s standards. By the time she leaves, I feel vindicated from my most recent public humiliation. Averie really was worried about me, and I hate to make her worry.
She doesn’t give me shit about the fact that Isaac has three kids.
She knows he can and does support them, and all she cares about is that they’re not the kind to take a piss on my pillow.
(Averie’s concerns, not mine.) I get along just fine with Isaac’s kids so far.
They’re sweet, and I can’t imagine ever abandoning them.
Like me, Averie feels bad for what they’ve been through.
By the time she leaves, I’m ready for bed, but I make sure to send her a little check-in text because this feels like the best bonding time we’ve had in ages.
Me: I had so much fun. Text me when you get home.
Averie: I will. Love you Gabz.
Averie: So proud of my sister.
Ugh. It feels amazing to read that and to have a text version that I can screenshot and keep forever to remind myself that my sister doesn’t think I’m a total screw up. She never liked my ex-boyfriend so to have her giving Isaac a chance so soon means a lot to me.
There are still so many days I have here alone, but I’m ready to make a life for myself so I can be ready for life with Isaac. My first day of graduate school starts soon and I’m a lot less scared knowing that through it all, Isaac will be at my side.
As long as he comes home safe.