I was at the house with my family when Lachlan was told. I heard the screams and absolute agony as he raged about his father not doing enough. It broke every part of my heart, seeing him fall apart.
Lachlan takes my hand in his for a moment before releasing it. “She loved to bake for every kid in the neighborhood, but most especially you.”
“She was so good at it, and I loved her.”
His mother made the absolute best cakes. They were weird flavors, but so damn good. She made me a pistachio-and-chocolate cake every single year. It was my favorite, and even when she tried to teach my mom, it wasn’t the same. After that, Mrs. West made everyone’s cakes. Everything was from scratch, and she designed elaborate decorations representing the year.
“Other than when she put all those lips on yours,” he reminds me.
My cheeks flame and I cover my face. “Ugh, I tried to forget that one!”
“You never should’ve let her know you kissed John.”
“I didn’t let her know! She caught me!”
Talk about mortifying.
Lachlan laughs softly. “She walked in on me once.”
I gasp. “Like, doing it?”
He nods. “It was ... a lecture I never wanted to repeat.”
“Well, considering I had a two-hour lecture on what boys really want, I can imagine yours was even more in depth.”
“It was, and then my father got home and I got round two, which was more about what I put my mother through.”
I laugh, trying to imagine how that went over. “I rememberwhen Caspian went to prom and my mother and father sat him down for an hour to talk about condoms. I think he wanted to die.”
His gaze turns to me. “I was there next to him!”
“Oh! That’s right, I remember that. I’ll never forget when my mom got a banana and talked about how I wasn’t allowed to eat it because it was for Caspian to practice with.” God, my parents were strange.
“I got the cucumber. English style,” he adds on as though he’s so proud. “She knew I needed the extra length.”
“Oh, were they teaching to scale?”
He shrugs. “Not saying a word.”
I laugh. “No, not a word. I’ll find out the truth.”
I grab my phone, and Lachlan keeps glancing at me and the road as I dial my brother. “Who are you calling?”
“Caspian.”
“What up, buttercup?” my brother answers way too joyfully before Lachlan can grab the phone.
“Hey, did Mom teach you how to put on condoms based on size of vegetables? Lachlan says he was more English cucumber, and you needed the smaller fruit?”
“What the fuck?”
“I did not!”
They both yell at the same time.
“I’m asking because Lachlan was pretty proud of his cucumber.”
“Why the fuck are you talking about the size of your dick with my sister?” Caspian asks, and I lean back with a grin.