Page 44 of A Very Miller-Cooper Life

My aunt chuckled through her tears. “Oh, I know. That’s what they did. It was like that our whole lives. They were always just very good at covering it up.”

“I can’t hate them.” My mom shook her head. “I’m not happy that they did that, but after being without them all this time and only having the memories, it’s not possible for me to see them as monsters—whether that’s what they were or not. So, if that’s what you want, I can’t give it to you.”

My aunt took my mom’s hand once again. “I would never ask you to hate them. Even after all this time and with all of the hard feelings I harbor toward them, I wouldn’t say I hate them. Just like I never hated you. I’ve just missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” My mom smiled for the first time since arriving at the restaurant. “Tell me about your family.”

The rest of lunch was spent swapping stories and making up for way too much missed time. The food was just as amazing as I expected it to be, but it was far overshadowed by watching two sisters mend their broken relationship one story at a time.

After lunch, we stopped by a few shops in town, then went back to the hotel to relax and freshen up before going for dinner at the hotel restaurant.

After showering, I threw myself down on my bed, happy to have some time to myself to breathe. I grabbed my phone and facetimed Reagan, unsure if she would be able to talk when she had all three kids. I was pleasantly surprised when the phone only rang twice before she picked up.

She was sitting on the guest bed at Jamie and Ethan’s house looking completely relaxed, and much to my surprise, there were no sounds of children around her. I lifted an eyebrow at her. “Did you finally do it? Did you murder our children?”

Reagan threw her head back in laughter and it was the most beautiful sight in the whole world. It made my heart sting though because all I wanted was to be sitting there beside her.

“Believe it or not, your dad and Ethan volunteered to take them somewhere special so Jamie and I could relax.”

“My dad and Ethan? Doing something special? Just the two of them?”

“Well, the two of them and four kids, but yes.”

This was crazy. My dad didn’t have a bad relationship with Ethan per se, but they also never shared a tight father andson-in-law bond. “Huh. Is the world coming to an end? Because neither of my parents are acting like themselves.”

“Speaking of which, how was lunch?”

I perked up at the mention of the meal. “It was great, actually. Mom and Aunt Patty really cleared the air. I think they might actually have a relationship moving forward.”

Reagan’s face lit up. “That’s amazing, babe! There’s hope for your parents yet. Wait a second.” Reagan smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Are you naked right now? How did I miss that at first?”

“I am. I just got out of the shower.”

Reagan licked her lips as she stared wide-eyed at the phone screen. “Move the phone down. I want to see more.”

My body immediately heated up as if her request had set me on fire. There was only one problem. “Where is my brother?”

“He literally just got in the shower. You know how long he takes when he gets one. We have plenty of time.”

Now I was the one who raised my eyebrow. “Plenty of time for what?”

“I think you know exactly what.”

I slowly moved the phone down my body and back up again while Reagan made sounds of appreciation.

“How are you so hot?” she asked when I brought the phone back to my face. “Seriously, you’ve only gotten sexier with time.”

I blushed at her compliments. It was nice to have someone who saw me like that, because I definitely didn’t see myself that way. All I saw were stretch marks and the scar from my c-section, but when Reagan looked at me the way she was looking at me now, I truly felt beautiful.

I nodded my head at her. “I think one of us is a little overdressed.”

“One sec.” Reagan must have laid her phone down on the bed because the screen turned completely black. It stayed like that for a minute or two before she picked the phone back up.

She moved the phone up and down her body in the same way I had and just one look at her had me so turned on I wanted to scream. My pulse was pounding in my center and I had no doubt that I was already wet. I was in desperate need of release, but I didn’t want to touch myself until Reagan told me to. This was her idea after all. I owed it to her to let her take control. She only stayed on her face for a second before sweeping the phone across her body again.

I groaned as I stared at the spots on her that I wish I could touch. “I’m sexy? God, Reagan, have you looked in the mirror lately? How are you almost forty? You’re a literal goddess.”

“Do me a favor?” Reagan asked, her voice heavy with lust.

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