Page 54 of Ruling Scar
“There aren’t any illegitimate children, though.” I regret the statement as soon as it's out of my mouth. “I, I meant. . .”
Nat’s face puckers. “My child isn’t some bastard born.”
“N-no I know that!”
“But how is it going to work?” Adeline reasonably asks. “Lia and Peter will marry. But you and Peter will be on the baby’s birth certificate.”
“Those are all just pieces of papers.”
“What happens if you’re away and the kid gets hurt? It’s Lia and Peter who will make decisions.”
“Well, yes, because. . .”
“One of you will be mom and the other mamma.”
“Having two mothers isn’t a crime.” Her voice hardens.
“And you and Lia will make wonderful parents. I’m worried about this Peter guy who you barely talked to before you decided to have him knock you up.”
I slap a hand over my mouth, before squeaking out, “Wait, how did you all do that?”
If this was all planned out. . .
Adeline catches my drift. “Did Lia watch you or participate too?”
I can’t remember the last time my cool and confident sister blushed.
“Nat,” I ask softly. “Are you really okay with this?”
It’s always been Lia, but Adeline’s right. She’s turning her life upside down for her.
“Yes.” The word is tight, the blush not fading.
“And it was. . . okay?” I’m not fishing for details, but as Adeline said—Nat’s never liked dick before.
Her lips part, and a tremble runs through her. I feel like I’m witnessing my sister breaking apart and trying to sew herself together again.
“Yes.” The blush deepens and my brows lift.
“Did you like it?”
She looks away.
Adeline loses her naturally mocking tone and her shoulders soften. “You know you’ve always said you were a lesbian but it’s okay if something changes.”
Nat nibbles on the corner of her lip.
“You can like whoever you want,” Adeline tells her. “Being attracted to someone or something you never thought you’d like, isn’t a crime.”
“Do you like Peter?” I venture to ask.
I’m curious to know about their interactions. Was it more than one baby-making session or did they get lucky? The tight emotion trapped under her skin makes me think she’s struggling with something bigger.
“He’s—"Nat holds the pillow closer—“very nice.”
“Very nice,” Adeline dryly states.
“Have you told mamma?” I ask.
