“Jet mentioned something one time, but he blew it off when he realized we hadn’t talked about it. I didn’t want to push you, but I just want to check. Are things okay with you and Jet?”
“Ugh,” Annie groaned, dropping her head to her arms that rested on the back of the chair. “Funny enough, this is something I didn’t bring up because I didn’t want you to feel guilty.”
“Well, that makes me feel better,” Isabel quipped.
“Sorry, it’s not your fault at all. It’s me doing my ‘too far in my own head’ thing.”
“About what?”
“Being afraid of getting pregnant,” Annie admitted. “I get all weird every time Jet and I have sex now, and it got pretty ugly last week. I’ve talked it out with him some, but it sucks. Things were so good with us before in that department, but now that I’ve been having all these issues with the pill, I’m just paranoid.”
“Oh, Annie. We could have talked about this.”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Definitely, because I would have told you to talk to Mom a long time ago. If the pill’s that bad, see if she can get you put on something else that does work. There are other options.”
If her hands weren’t gross with bathroom scum, Annie would have face-palmed. Why didn’t she think of that? “Thanks, sis, that’s actually awesome advice.”
“Of course it is,” Isabel smiled.
Annie rolled her eyes playfully and stood up. “So what all do you have left?”
“Clean up in here so I can vacuum and then straighten and dust the living room for today.”
“Alright, well, let’s get started. We can work together. You talk. I listen.” She offered, making good on her promise.
Isabel smiled. “You’re the best.”
Annie grinned. “I know. So are you.”