Page 37 of You're To Blame 2

“It will be ok, baby.” She wrapped her arms around him. He winced. “Ouch.”

“Mason and Tate come on. We’ll examine all of you.”

I limped over to Tate. He gripped his side. “I’ll wait in here. I don’t want to be in the same room with them,” Tate grimaced.

We helped each other to the brown recliners.

“Jenny, how about you examine Marisa and I’ll examine Mason.”

“Sure, sounds good.”

Dad appeared out of nowhere with towels and a bowl of water. “Thanks, Dad.”

His lips fell upon the top of my head. “I am proud of you, Chelsea.”

My brows rose. “You are?”

He placed the bowl on the side table. “Yes. You’ve faced your demons head on.”

“Mr. Culver, she hasn’t cut herself once either.” Tate attempted to smile. His hand flew over his lips.

“Dad, through all this turmoil I wanted to cut myself, but I willed myself not to. I kept pushing on.”

Dad sighed. “Good. When we return home, we should all have breakfast at your favorite restaurant-”

“Mortons,” Tate finished his sentence.

Dad smirked. “Yeah.”

“Chris.”

Dads eyes darted toward the door. “What’s up, Brian?”

“How about a drink?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Happy our fathers had each other through this tragic ordeal.

I pressed the wet towel against Tate’s bloody mouth. “Rocky, I think you’ve seen enough action for a while.”

He chuckled. “Maybe. I do feel better.”

“I will too after I find out how Marisa’s exam went.”

Thirty-minutes later, I still sat on pins and needles, waiting for news about Marisa’s exam.

Mom bounced into the room. “Marisa and the baby are fine, Chelsea.”

I fell back against the sofa. “Wow, so she’s really pregnant. I can’t believe it.” I smoothed my hand over my hair.

“Do you need an exam too?” her black brow rose.

“No, mom. First of all, I didn’t do anything with Mason. And Tate and me...”

I scratched my neck. “...we use protection.” My cheeks heated. Admitting to my mother again Tate and I were sexually active was embarrassing.

Tate couldn’t meet my mother’s gaze either.

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