Page 12 of Holiday Hitch

“Good girl,” Zoey growled, keeping up the pace. It was enough to send Robin off the cliff, her body shaking and rocking faster as she reached her climax.

She screamed so loudly that she shouldn’t have bothered using the sheets. When her body slowed and Robin pulled her hips away from Zoey’s hand, Zoey licked the mess off of her fingers and gently guided Robin into their bed.

Robin laid her head on Zoey’s chest as sleep began to take over.

“Maybe next year we should do an orgasm advent calendar,” Zoey joked.

“Are you trying to kill the mother of your children?” Robin laughed, kissing Zoey’s neck.

Zoey smiled as she smelled Robin’s hair. She nuzzled her face closer to her lover and whispered, “You’re going to be such a great parent.”

6

Leah

Leah sat anxiouslyon a stool in her father’s kitchen. Daryl had promised to pick up her father’s prescription from the pharmacy on her way from New Winford. But nearly two hours after the pharmacy closed, there was no sign of Daryl.

Leah tried not to let her frustration show, but her dad was clearly picking up on her anxiety.

“Why are you so worked up?” John asked, plugging away at a sudoku problem at the table, “She’ll get here when she gets here.”

It was easy for him to say. He wouldn’t be the one dealing with his attitude for the rest of the night when he missed his dose and couldn’t think clearly. If she’d known Daryl would be so late, she would have gotten the meds herself.

“Keep that same energy when you’re throwing up all over the place later tonight because you didn’t take your meds on time,” Leah grumbled as her father went back to his puzzle. She turned back to the dishes in the sink to distract herself from Daryl’s absence.

But when she heard the front door open, Leah couldn’t help herself, hollering “Took you long enough,” at the new arrival.

She could tell from the footsteps though that it wasn’t who she thought it was. Instead of seeing Daryl’s rosy cheeks, Leah was greeted by Johnny’s gentle face.

“Not excited to see your brother?” he joked.

Leah rolled her eyes, “Daryl was supposed to be here an hour ago with Dad’s meds but I don’t know where she is.”

Johnny lifted the brown paper bag that he had been holding at his side and displayed it for Leah, setting it on the table.

“How did you know to grab them?” Leah asked.

Johnny looked confused, “Daryl told me to pick it up because she knew she would be late.”

Leah rolled her eyes. It was so typical for Daryl to tell her brother she would be late but not Leah herself.

Not wanting her dad to comment on her annoyance again, Leah said, “Perfect, thanks for bringing it.”

From the table without even looking up from his puzzle, John grumbled, “See, you got your panties in a twist for nothing.”

Leah rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Johnny, who was placing a bag of groceries down on the counter, “Grabbed some supplies while I was at the store too.”

“Did you get the ham for Christmas?” Leah asked, already calculating how she could rearrange the fridge for the large hunk of meat.

Johnny nodded and pulled the ham from the canvas bag, passing it to his sister. He lowered his voice and asked, “How has he been today?”

“I can hear you, motherfucker,” John yelled from the table.

Leah took a deep breath as she met Johnny’s eyes, “Like that.”

Somehow his already fiery temper only intensified as the day went on. She had experienced his rage countless times throughout her life, but it continued to surprise her just how mad he could get.

John had been more accepting of Daryl than Leah could have ever hoped. But as his pain got worse, so did his attitude. And although Leah tried to have sympathy for him every day, it was hard not to take it all personally, especially since he had been this mean since she was a kid.

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