Hormones

CALLUM

“I’m sorry, son, I guess. It’s just…” Liz stutters, her eyes locked on Tyler standing in the doorway. Violet’s soft cries echo in the room, and Ella squirms in my arms. The air is thick with tension.

“I didn’t touch her,” Tyler asserts, his voice tinged with anger.

“I believe you,” I reassure him.

He looks so lost standing there. It seems like he can’t catch a break since I’ve met him. That girl is trouble, and I highly doubt her words hold any truth.

Violet remains silent, her body stiff beside me. I wish she would say something, anything, instead of bottling up her emotions.

“I swear, Violet, the only time I saw her, I did nothing more than whip her. And the dates won’t even match up to June.”

“I already figured that out,” she replies, leaving the doorway to join Ava in the kitchen. She sighs behind me.

“Well, I believe her. You’ve always had a soft spot for her. There’s no reason for her to lie, Tyler. I know my friend…” Kelsie interjects from the end of the hallway.

“I do not have a soft spot for her, Kels.”

“Funny that, she was the first girlfriend you two were exclusive with. You were always in contact with her. You slept with her when you weren’t supposed to last time. You messaged her and saw her in March. I believe her.”

“I didn’t.”

“Well, I don’t believe you, Tyler.”

“Kelsie, he wouldn’t lie,” Liz finally defends Tyler, albeit a bit too late in my opinion.

I don’t think he’s lying. My gut tells me so, and it’s usually right.

“If you say so, mother, he lied for nearly twenty years for Zach. Why wouldn’t he lie now to save his own skin?”

Kelsie storms off, and Tyler follows suit, heading in the opposite direction.

“I’m going home,” he tells Violet, who nods, rising from the stool she was sitting on.

“Okay, let’s go home,” she agrees, her voice barely above a whisper.

It doesn’t take us long to gather our things. There’s only a small baby bag that Violet had packed, which was in the living room.

I drew the short straw, tasked with returning Ava to Liz and Kelsie, who were engaged in a hushed argument on the sofa.

“Tyler wants to go home… I didn’t think leaving Ava in the kitchen alone was a good idea,” I explain, setting the little girl down on the floor. She immediately runs to her toys, seemingly unfazed by the arguing women. It’s a bit strange. I would expect her to cover her ears, cry, or run to her mother, but she quietly plays in the corner as if she’s completely used to people arguing around her.

“Thanks, Callum. Tell Tyler I’ll see him tomorrow. I’ll bring lunch,” Liz says, turning her attention back to Kelsie.

“See you later, Ava.” I wave goodbye, and she turns to smile at me, waving back.

“Bye Cal,” she says. For a one-year-old, she speaks so fluently… yet she’s so withdrawn otherwise.

Ava’s behavior troubles me all the way home.

Tyler is driving at a snail’s pace, giving me too much time to ponder her strange acceptance.

“I don’t think we should argue in front of Ella,” I suggest as we pull into our driveway. The image of Ava playing silently while her mother and grandmother were at each other’s throats, even if it was done quietly, is still fresh in my mind.

“I agree,” Violet nods, her gaze on Ella in the car seat as she strokes her face. She meets my eyes in the rearview mirror and offers a small smile.

“I’m sorry,” is all Tyler says, bringing the car to a stop in front of the house before shifting it into park.

We sit in silence, none of us making a move to get out.

“I didn’t know she was there, and I swear what she is saying is a complete lie.”

“We believe you, Tyler. You don’t need to keep defending yourself,” Violet tells him firmly.

He nods, opening his mouth to argue with Violet but then decides against it. Good, I’m glad she’s decided that she believes him.

“I’ll see if I can get a restraining order, her behavior has gone too far now.”

“I’ll help you with that,” I offer, taking his hand in mine.

From what I’ve seen, her behavior has been stalkerish, and he should have enough ground for at least a twenty-eight-day restraining order.

“Why don’t we watch a movie in bed or something?” Violet suggests, a bigger smile on her face. She’s hiding her true feelings, I can tell, but I don’t say anything.

“Sounds like a plan, you three go up, and I’ll make the popcorn,” I tell them.

So, I head to the kitchen where Catherine is folding laundry on the counter, and I start making the popcorn.

“Oh, sorry Callum. I didn’t realize you would be back so soon,” she says, moving to clear our laundry. I shake my head, stopping her from disturbing the neatly folded clothes.

“No problem, let me make some popcorn, then I’ll help.” I get the packets of corn out of the cupboard and put one in the microwave.

I fold my clothes, then the T-shirts and underwear, before swapping the bags of corn.

Then I move on to Zach’s and Tyler’s while she folds Violet’s and Ella’s. We work in silence.

“Thank you, Callum,” she says as I empty the corn into a bowl, specifically chosen for popcorn.

Weird, I know. We used to eat out of the packet when I was a kid, but I guess the rich do it differently.

Nodding, I thank her and excuse myself, heading upstairs two steps at a time.

I don’t know what I expected when I got upstairs.

Maybe the two of them lying in bed with a movie already started and Ella lying between them, but that’s not what I find.

Ella is wrapped in the swaddle, soundly asleep in the Snoo, and the two of them are in the bathroom.

It doesn’t take me long to quietly place the popcorn on the bed and walk into the bathroom to see what they’re up to.

I guess… I expected them to be having sex or maybe Violet to be on the floor with her mouth open and filled, but instead, I find her up against the wall while Tyler is holding her. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, her feet digging into his back.

At first glance, I would have thought they were having sex.

Stupid, I know, she’s still healing, but they aren’t doing that.

It’s purely a hug, him holding her and her holding him.

My balls tighten, and my cock hardens.

Can’t have sex with her, though!

That doesn’t mean I can’t have sex with him or have her mouth.

My clothes fall from my body as I rush to strip. The top flies over my head, and my bottoms fall off my legs.

Walking into the shower, I brush my body against Tyler’s. My cock pressed between the two of us. The stream of hot water cascades over him and down my front.

“If only she weren’t healing,” I mumble, leaning forward to take one of her breasts in my mouth while essentially sandwiching him between us. I swirl my tongue around it before nipping, then suck it deep and rhythmically like I did last night.

It doesn’t take much stimulation for her milk to start flowing, and I drink it like the weirdo that I am.

Enjoying the sickly sweet taste that is highly addictive.

Her other breast doesn’t even need any stimulation, the dripping white liquid pearls on the end of her nipple before falling away with the stream from the shower. I swirl it with my fingers and bring it to Tyler’s mouth. He tries to jerk away, but I almost growl with disappointment.

“Open your mouth?” I mutter, pulling back only to say the words before suckling her nipple back into my mouth.

He does as he’s told.

Taking those two fingers in his mouth but he’s stiff and robotic about it.

Gingerly sucking only to pull his head back as soon as my fingers settle on his tongue. I mimic swirling my fingers again, bringing them back up to his mouth, but he shakes his head at me.

“Nope, not doing that again. Hard limit,” my cock jerks between us at his refusal.

“It tastes wonderful, but I guess there’s just more for me then…” I say, moving my head from one breast to lean on the other side of him to take the other.

I suck everything that one has to offer too.

“That’s just weird,” he whispers into my ear, so I chuckle.

“You think this is weird even with half the weird shit you’re into?”

“Freaking weird.”

“I find it kind of hot,” Violet smirks at us.

“Of course you do. It messes with your hormones, no doubt,” I tell her.