Page 97 of Who's Playing You
That all said, Scottie and my family are in the know about the things they need to be in the know about right now. A few weeks back, my conscience had been a little overflowing and I felt such relief that we’d gotten to where we are today. Sure, it had been risky - and rocky - letting Scottie know who I truly was. My hope was that she was too in love with me at that point to question the relationship, and that by that point, nothing else but us mattered.
Turns out she wasn’tquitethere when I told her. But being the lucky bastard that I am, she’d seen every part of my heart and how much my heart loves her. Her soul recognized my soul. And so, she took a giant leap of faith and gave us a chance despite my omission.
That was the biggest hurdle at the time, but it was quickly followed by my family. She was freaking out over the moment we’d tell them, or they’d find out, but I wasn’t worried. I knew it’d all be fine. Nat was the only wild card in that scenario because, well, Nat is Nat. You never really know how things will hit her or how she’ll react.
As long as Scottie was okay, I didn’t really care what Nat thought. For so much of my life, it had always been “The Natalie Show” where it was Nat’s way or the highway, where we walked on eggshells around her. After Scottie came into her life, things had improved for and with her though.
But I still harbored some resentment towards my sister. I was fully aware of it, as was she. And due to that resentment, I had long ago decided that I wouldn’t let my sister’s tantrums control any part of my life, especially not when it came to the most important parts. Hence why I didn’treallycare if she approved of me and Scottie or not.
For the most part though, Nat and I had hashed things out. She and Scottie had also talked a bunch and seemed to be in a good place. Although Nat had made some stupid fucking comment about Scottie driving the Escalade that I got her, so now she was car shopping after her insurance told her they couldn’t do anything after Bessie’sdeath.
I was not so low key furious with Nat over all of this. Scottie was safe driving around in the Escalade, and she was comfortable. But now she was looking at some used pieces of shit, all lemons probably, because she insisted that she needed her own car.
She had also tried to say she couldn’t “mooch” off of me and that she needed to look for another apartment after her landlord told her that her apartment building was now basically condemned.Oops.
But I wasn’t having any of that. The car was one thing, but there was no way in hell she was moving anywhere.
I told her that Nat could shove her comments right up her ass because she didn’t know our lives or our business. I told Scottie that until the Super Bowl that my time at home would be limited and that I wanted every possible minute with her. Also with the newfound attention she’d garnered due to my comment, she needed to be safe and there was no place more safe than our house.
I was able to persuade her with thesefacts, plus a ton others, so she conceded to living with me for the foreseeable future. She tried to make some point about pitching in financially. I told her absolutely not.
We were able to compromise though.
The compromise consisted of her continuing to give me painting and drawing lessons as well as teach me more about art, when I had time that is. She told me she would have done that anyway, and for free. So I ate her out.
She would have agreed to just about anything I asked in the throws of her orgasm.
That’s also how I managed the next contingency of our agreement, which was that not only would I continue to be her nude model, but she agreed to model for me too. Once she agreed to that, I was quick to order edible body paint.
What?
I hadn’t specified what I’d be painting, or how.
A deal is a deal after all.
As exciting as all that was, the possibility that Scottie was already pregnant seemed to be growing every day. It had now been a few weeks since we first began having sex and she hadn’t gotten her period yet. I was more than aware that her cycles were irregular, but I was carefully monitoring any signs that she could be.
She on the other hand wasn’t really paying any mind to it whereas she was used to the irregularity of her cycles and to her it didn’t mean much if she was late or if she’d get her period twice in a month.
But knowing what I knew, I felt like all signs were pointing to a very exciting time in the near future for us.
The thoughts of our future family swirled in my mind while I sat eating lunch at The Rage facilities, and they brought a big smile to my face. Then my phone pinged with an incoming text.
The PITA sister:
I was just talking to Scottie…
Here we fucking go. What did she do now?
Yeah? She better be having a fan-fucking-tastic day.
The PITA sister:
Yeah so, it occurred to me…
Jesus Christ Nat. Spit it out.
The PITA sister:
