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A/N: nah nah nah.

WHAT

THE FUCK

DO YOU MEAN

100K READS???!??!!!!???

ITS BEEN LESS THAN TWO MONTHS. Oooooffffff

{edit: I wrote that last night and now we're up to 104k. Y'all wildin I love you so much}

I love y'all. Thanks so much for reading. I—ugh I hate myself bc this is gonna sound dramatic but

I used to write shit and dream of getting 10k reads or just 1k reads. I love writing so much and I'd do it whether ppl were actually reading or not but u have no idea how much it means and how amazing it feels to know that ppl are legit enjoying my writing. I've always been iffy about showing my work because u know if somebody doesn't like it then that means they don't like something that IIII created from MYYY mind and I hate the thought of that. Like I get not everybody will like my shit but I just mean I was always scared to share my stories because it's pretty terrifying to think about ppl judging ur shit u know? But u guys really seem to be enjoying and that makes me feel amazing!

Reading a long ass book like this takes hella time and energy especially cause of all the drama and tea happenin rn ☠️☠️☠️ but if you've been reading from the beginning and you've gotten to this chapter, thank u so much. Means everything to me.

Now lemme stop acting like Madonna and get on with the chapter. Ily! 🖤

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**Three weeks later**

**March 31st**

Dahlia's outfit:

Dahlia's POV

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"You know, I don't know much about lesbianism, but I do know that after spending fifteen years with your grandpa and then twenty with my second ex-husband, Robert, I'd be willing to give it a try." Grandma brought her cigarette back up to her lips after speaking and gestured for me to hand her another finger sandwich. The sixth one in five minutes.

She glanced around for a few seconds before gesturing for me to lean closer to her, and I did. "I heard you lesbians are having better sex anyway. I think all women should be lesbians. Expecting a man who doesn't know how to fix his own sandwich, sew, or tell the difference between mint and teal to know how to please you is like expecting a damn dog to know how to use its thumbs. You see the problem there, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Mhm. Us women need to wake up and smell the daffodils. We should all be sleeping with one another. These men ain't worth a damn nowadays, but then again they never were. I'll tell you, if they ever figure out a way for women to get pregnant without men being involved, we'll be blessed."

"Yes, ma'am."

She took a sip of her 'water', which is really not water, but instead, a water bottle filled with vodka and then took another drag from her cigarette.

"Your father doesn't keep me up to date on his love life the way he's supposed to. He told me he's found somebody else, finally, but he didn't tell me much about her. Just that she's a nice woman with a YouTube channel, his age with no kids, and the twins' auntie. She graduated from college with a business degree and wanted to be a hair stylist originally. And she drives a nice, red car. I forget what it's called. That's all I know. He doesn't tell me anything!"

"It sounds like he told you plenty, Nana." I laughed.

"No, no, no," She shook her head. "He didn't tell me anything! He didn't tell me if she'd been married before, if she was std free, if she'd be willing to get a prenup. Didn't even mention whether or not she'd make a good housewife. Does she know how to cook and clean or what?"

"Nana, you know it's not about that anymore. Men and women are equal and it's not the woman's job to take care of a man."

"Well, Hell, I know that. And I'd beat your father's ass before I let him walk around here thinking a woman is supposed to baby his grown ass up. But just because it's not her job doesn't mean she shouldn't know how to do it. What if your father gets sick? She's gonna have to take care of you kids."

"Dad is healthy as a horse and we can take care of ourselves, but I'm sure she would be good at taking care of us." I smiled.

"Mhm," She hummed before biting into her sandwich. "Have you seen your grandpa yet?"

I nodded. "I haven't talked to him yet, though."

"Did he look any fatter than the last time you saw him? Missing any more teeth? I bet he was nibbling on a piece of fried chicken when you saw him; he always is. His cholesterol is probably still through the roof! Was he with that tramp, Genevieve, or was he with his other tramp, Susanna?"

"Nana, we're playing nice today, remember? This is a celebration."

"I know it damn well is. Hell, every day since my second divorce has been a celebration for me."

I took a sip of my fruit punch and looked around the back yard. It's filled with people mingling and catching up before we start with the baby shower games.

"How is Ms. Harmon doing, Nana?" I asked as I turned my attention back to her, smirking. She shook her head and shot me a look.

"Oh, she's still a raggedy ole bitch."

"Hmm?" I raised a brow.

"Well, two Sunday's ago she got me kicked out of church again. Sunday morning, I'm ready to praise Jesus and ask him to wash away my sins and all that shit, and here comes Rosemary Harmon, tattletaling on me to the preacher like a six-year-old child. 'Pastor Watkins, Justine Wilkins threatened me last Sunday! She told me she was gone run me over with her truck and flatten me like a loaf of bread!' That big mouthed bitch." She mocked. "I didn't say that to her. She's always telling things wrong. What I told her was that when I was backing out of the parking lot the previous Sunday, I didn't see her because she was wearing a peach dress suit and you know how that color washes her out."

"Yes ma'am, I know."

"Mhm. So, what I said was, 'Ms. Rosemary, I almost ran you right over because all that peach you're wearing got you looking like a little, peach pole!' Didn't even know she was a human, I thought she was just a pole! Then, you know she's already a skinny little thing. Just like a damn pole. A peach pole."

"Yes, ma'am." I giggled as I stared at her, resting my chin on my hand.

"Well, anyway, he didn't do nothing about it just like I knew he wouldn't cause he's a meek little old man and he can barely get through church without almost passing out from the embarrassment of having to talk in front of so many people. He's been doing this for years, you'd think he'd be used it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes ma'am, you would."

"So she just wasted her breath for no reason, telling him, and she shouldn't be wasting breath cause she's already gotta deal with that damn breathing machine she totes around with her."

"Mhm."

"So, couple hours later, I'm into the service, I feel the Holy Ghost burrowing deep within my soul, I'm just about to start singing again when I accidentally hit her over the head with my Bible. Well, I didn't do it on purpose! I was swinging my arms around all wild and then there goes her big head in my way and bam! Now all of a sudden she has a bump the size of a boulder on her forehead and I'm getting escorted out. They told me I couldn't come back to church for a couple weeks, mostly cause I was cussing up a storm on the way out. Well, hell, why wouldn't I be cussing? That ole bitch interrupted my time with God."

"Nana, are you sure you didn't do it on purpose?"

"Well, whether I did or didn't, nobody told her ass to sit beside me anyway. Only reason her head was close enough for me to hit anyway is cause she's so damn nosy. I can't even have a conversation with God himself without her snooping, trying to figure out what to run back and tell everybody in town."

I haven't gotten to see my Nana in a long time, and boy have I missed talking to her. For a while there, I forgot how amusing she was. I wish she lived closer, but she lives an hour away. That's not so bad, but we never think to take that drive and visit her. We should. I'm gonna make it my goal to start seeing more of her.

My Nana is a beautiful lady. She looks just like all the rest of us—The Doe genes are pretty damn strong. Her dark hair is really long, like mine, except it goes all the way down past her butt while mine stops at my lower back. She's got piercing blue eyes, the prettiest ones I've ever seen. She's sixty-one years old and she looks like it, but she's gorgeous. Her soft skin is wrinkled and her hair has a few grays. She still looks great, though. She's a fairly skinny woman, but she still looks really healthy.

I really missed talking to Nana. Her southern drawl and raspy voice—due to the years of smoking—are pretty comforting.

"I guess I should get up and see if anybody needs help with anything." I sighed, standing up from my seat. I've been talking to Nana for almost two hours now, and as much as I hate to cut the conversation short, I probably should associate with other people.

"Alright, darling. Listen, if you see your grandfather or any of his tramps, you tell them that Nana Justine said to kiss her wrinkly ass." She told me before lighting another cigarette. "Tell Genevieve she's looking mighty handsome these days and that beard is coming in nicely, and tell your grandfather his fat ass needs to stop eating all that damn chicken!"

"Yes ma'am, I will."

I hugged her before walking off and talking to everyone I saw. I greeted all my cousins, aunts and uncles, who were all munching on birthday cake as they spoke to my dad. He enjoyed his birthday yesterday, and he got a lot of gifts from all his visiting family. He seems to be really happy right now, and I'm happy to see that.

After talking to them for a while, I finally did spot my grandpa again. He was sitting with his girlfriend, Genevieve.

"Well, hey, my little darling! You look so beautiful, you know that? I swear you've grown since the last time I saw you, and that was only a few hours ago! Isn't she nice looking, Genevieve?" Grandpa stood up and hugged me tightly as he spoke.

"Oh, she is! You know, you look just like my half sister's cousin's best friend!" Genevieve told me. "Oh, you're such a doll. I've been showing the ladies down at the beauty parlor I go to your pictures for years, and I'll tell you, they just can't believe you're not a supermodel!"

"Thank you!" I grinned shyly, trying to hide behind my grandpa.

"Did you speak to your grandmother yet, sweet pea? Was she with, ugh, who was it? Ron? Is she still with him?" Grandpa asked quietly as Genevieve got distracted with her phone. She was trying to take a picture of the decorations but she couldn't get out of the news app.

"Now, you know they got divorced a while back, paw paw." I sent him a look. "And his name was Robert."

He laughed and nodded. "Oh, right, right! Rubert. Wasn't that her fourth one? Fifth?"

"You know she's never married anyone but you and Robert."

"Oh, forgive me I forget! She just talks to all the other ones, she only married two of us." He chuckled. "Did she say anything about me?"

"Said you still look handsome as usual, paw paw." I smiled. "She just kept saying you're looking mighty skinny these days."

"Did she say anything about Genevieve?" He questioned, raising his brows. I shrugged. "Nothing but that she's looking nice these days."

I talked to them for a while longer before walking off. I ended up speaking to my uncle Jep and then my aunt Juliette after that. Aunt Juliette is my favorite aunt. "Now, don't you tell your father about this because you know how he gets," She told me quietly as she handed me a couple hundred dollars. "You spend that on something nice for yourself, angel, and don't tell your siblings, but I gave you more than them." She winked.

You can see why she's my favorite.

"Do you like the new house you're living in so far, auntie?" I asked curiously. Aunt Juliette seems to move to a new house every year.

"Oh, yes! My neighbor is a fine hunk of meat." She grinned. "Looks like Leonardo DiCaprio when he was a little younger."

"You'll have to send me a picture of him when you get one." I smiled.

"Oh, as if I don't already have enough to make a photo album!" She whipped out her phone quickly. "Most of these are of the back of his head, but you can still tell he's cute."

After talking to her for a while I went to find my friends. They were all at the tables set up in the twins' back yard and most of my visiting family was in our back yard.

I sucked in a deep breath as I headed over to the large table where my friends were sitting, mentally preparing myself for whatever would happen when Billie and I saw each other.

We haven't talked since I told her not to talk to me in the bathroom. I'm not really mad at her anymore, and I've been waiting for today to talk to her and tell her that.

It's just that being around her so much, talking to her every day, and constantly hanging around her was not doing anything good for me. Pretending I was okay with everything was not good for me. Trying to act like I was cool with everything was not good for me. All it did was make me resent the hell out of her. I was mad that we weren't together anymore and I couldn't really express that and it just made me feel so bad.

Now that I've had time to think without her being around me constantly, I feel a lot better. I still miss her, and I'm definitely still pissed off that she gave my ring to Luna. I'll never not be pissed off about that. And I'm still mad that she seemed to think that it was no big deal and that I was overreacting, but whatever.

For the most part, I'm not mad at her anymore. I actually feel bad for being so rude to her in the bathroom.

I shouldn't have let myself get so frustrated to the point where I yelled at her like that and told her not to talk to me anymore so bluntly. I should've handled it better. I know if the situation was reversed, I'd rather her tell me politely and civilly that she needs some space rather than screaming at me to not speak to her again.

I've been wanting to apologize for that for the last three weeks, but I really just needed this time to myself to think about everything and start trying to actually move on from her. Sure, I've still seen her at school and she still, obviously, hangs out with our friends and I have to see her then, but we haven't talked or really even looked at each other.

I feel a lot better now. Calmer, and like I can actually breathe. I'm hoping we can talk things out today, but I totally get it if she's mad and doesn't want to.

"Oh my god, you look gorgeous!" Cadence grinned as she sprung up from her seat and hugged me. I laughed as I hugged her back. "You saw me a few hours ago and you helped me pick this out."

"Just say thank you and go, bitch."

"Thank you." I grinned as I took the seat beside her. I greeted everyone and smirked at Ori as I saw that he was wearing a fuzzy white turtle neck and white pants. "All white, no stripes or checkers or roses or anything? I'm plum shocked."

"It's not my usual style, but I look pretty great in anything I choose to wear." He playfully flipped his hair over his shoulders and then showed me his nails. "White with black stars. Look at how perfect those stars are. You could never."

"I have the right to kick you out, you know?" I smirked.

"Whatever," He rolled his eyes. "I met your brother earlier, and I'm mad at you."

"What are you mad at me for? I can't help that my brother is a dweeb." I shrugged.

"No, I'm mad because you didn't tell me how hot he was. That guy could get it. He's got muscles, good hair, nice eyes, a great smile, a deep voice, a nice ass—"

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! You gotta calm that shit down. That is absolutely disgusting!" I pretended to vomit. "Your taste in guys is clearly not great. And isn't it weird that you think he's cute? You guys look kinda similar, are you forgetting that?"

"It's not weird at all. I'd like to get as close as I can to dating myself anyway. I'm great." He smirked.

"I wish I had your confidence, as annoying as you are." I sighed. He patted my head. "You'll get there, you sweet little troll."

"Well, anyway, don't hit on my fucking brother. You're literally at his baby shower."

"What's that got to do with anything? It's not like he and Julia are together, and I told you I like kids! I can deal with a little shit and spit up if it means getting dicked down by—"

"Bro," I shot him a look. "I will actually puke up my guts. Stop it."

He smirked and held his hands up in defense. I looked toward Kai and Jessica who were on the other side of the table, giggling amongst themselves. "I see the two lovebirds are still lovebirding." I whispered.

"Yeah, all throughout the fucking night and into the early hours of the morning. They're idiots. They literally still think I don't know about them." He shook his head. "It's cute, though. They're shit at sneaking around, but their attempts are adorable."

"Why don't you just tell them you know?" I tilted my head.

"Well, if they know I know then they won't make the effort to run all the way out to the garage, even in the rain, just to fuck for ten minutes during movie night anymore, and then what will I do for fun if I don't have to time them anymore?"

"You're the worst." I tsk'd. "How's your love life going? You know, other than liking my disgusting brother."

"Sweetie, my love life ain't shit. That's why I'm focusing on theirs. Keep up." He sighed before calling Kai's name. Both their heads shot up and they stared at him, waiting for him to say something. "I just wanted to say once again that I'm so happy you two are getting so close! If I didn't know you were just best friends, I'd assume you guys were dating or something!" He called cheerfully.

They laughed nervously and scooted away from each other a bit, both blushing madly. "They still think I don't know a thing." He shook his head.

"You should be ashamed of yourself." I told him once more before starting up a conversation with Bea.

We all sat and talked for about an hour before my dad came over and told me that we were about to start playing some games.

We all stood up from the table and I waited for all of them to walk ahead before pulling Billie to the side. She stared at me, confused, and waited to see what I had to say.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "About the whole bathroom situation, you know? I needed space but I should've just told you that without blowing up on you and shit. I know that had to hurt."

"It didn't." She spat, glaring down at me before she tried to walk off. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back quickly. "Billie, I'm sorry again, okay?" I sighed. "I get it if you're mad at me and everything, I just wanted to let you know that I know that the way I treated you was wrong."

She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, looking away from me and sucking on her teeth. "This sucks, Dahlia. I'm kinda really pissed at you, but I kinda have to get over it, don't I? Prom is in two weeks, so we need to fix this shit and move on so we can have a good time."

"You don't have to go with me, Billie. I understand if you—"

"I want to go with you, Doe. Who the fuck else could I go with?" She laughed, shaking her head.

"Luna?" I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. She scoffed. "Yeah, why show up to the prom with who's gonna be the most beautiful girl there, the prettiest date someone could have when I could just show up with Luna?"

I'm so confused. Are they dating or not?

"Luna already has a date anyway," She shrugged. "She's going with Jaylen."

So, that's why she wants to go with me so bad. Luna is occupied.

"We've gotta go dress shopping. Do you wanna do that next weekend? We could spend the day together. Try to get all the awkwardness out before prom." I suggested.

"Yeah, that'd be cool. I haven't watched any episodes of 'friends' since the last time we watched it together either. Can't watch it without you."

I smiled. "We'll have to get back to that then."

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"Well, Hell, John. How could you expect to win a competition like this when you didn't change a single damn diaper in all your years of being a father? Six kids and you never changed one of them. Not a single one!" Nana yelled as she shook her head at my grandpa.

Billie and I snickered as we watched the scene in front of us, not wanting to get involved. The diaper changing contest, we did it a little different. It was whoever could change the baby's diaper the most times in less than three minutes. It started out with five people and came down to the two of them. They'd tied so they had to do it again and Nana won the competition, but grandpa swears that she cheated.

"That's a god damn lie and you know it, Justine!"

"Don't use the lord's fucking name in vain!"

"—I always changed them, and when I say always I mean always. Those kids had more shit in them than a sewer could hold, and that's cause they were drinking poisoned milk from a poisonous woman! And how could they not shit all the time? All you did was drink vodka and eat pot roast and cherry pie, your milk had to taste like ass." Grandpa fussed.

"Well, if you had such a problem with me and my breast milk then you should've sprouted a pair of tits your damn self and used them to feed those beautiful, greedy children you wanted me to pop out so damn bad!" She shouted.

"I'm sure I could've breastfed them with just my little nubs. You managed," He spat. "A cup my keister, you're a negative A!"

"Now, dad, you know you don't have to talk about her body like that, especially not in front of all these kids—" My dad got between them and tried to calm things down, but Nana pushed him out of the way, slapped his bottom which caused him to jump, and told him he knew better than to get into grown folks' business. "Now, you know better, Joseph! Don't be trying to show out just because you're grown now and you've got all these guests. I can still take my belt off!"

"Sorry, mama." He muttered, cheeks reddening.

"You better not take that belt off, Justine. You know you don't have no ass to hold them jeans up, and the last thing we wanna see is that shriveled up piece of fat you call a butt—"

"Just cause I don't have a ginormous ass like Genevieve over there doesn't mean my ass is ugly! And at least I'm not bald-headed." Nana swung her long hair around and I laughed.

"Only reason I'm bald is cause I gave them kids and grandkids all my hair! They got their good hair from me!" Grandpa pointed his fingers at her. "Only thing you gave them was crooked noses, except you look just like a witch with yours! Unfortunately for you, your ass cheeks are too small to be able to grip the broom you ride on—"

"Shouldn't somebody stop this?" Billie mumbled as she wiped her eyes. We were both crying as we laughed at this point.

"Trying to stop it only makes it worse, believe me. I think they're getting tired, though. A few more minutes and they'll talk about meeting up for lunch some time and then call it a day." I told her. "Come on. This was the last game. Denver and Julia are probably about to start opening gifts if they haven't already."

We started to walk away, hating to leave the scene as we heard them continue to yell.

"Well, John, I'll tell you what! It took you sixty years to crawl out of your mother's womb and I always wished you would, but oh, boy, now I wish you'd just crawl right back in there and sit until I'm dead and gone, lord rest my soul!"

"Please invite your grandparents over and let me come watch them fight again soon." Billie laughed, leaning on me for support as we both tried to calm ourselves down, but neither of us could. Every time one of us finally stopped laughing, the other would say something funny and then there we were again, laughing like maniacs and probably looking like idiots.

Nothing like a couple of grandparents who hate each other to break the ice between two ex-girlfriends.

We went over and greeted my brother and Julia before they began opening gifts. Julia looked absolutely gorgeous in her floral dress, and Denver had brushed his hair for once, so he looked as handsome as someone as ugly as my brother possibly could.

He made sure to throw a rock at me after I told him that.

"I hope it doesn't take them long to open the gifts," Caden whispered after I sat next to him. "I don't think this food is gonna last me the whole time and I don't wanna be rude and get up for a refill while they're still unwrapping stuff."

I looked down at his three plates of real food and two plates of dessert and then looked back up at him.

"I don't think that's even gonna last You for thirty minutes." I muttered.

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Hours and hours later, all our guests had gone home besides Billie, Julia, and Nana. She's staying the night with us.

Billie is still here because she said she's got a gift to give to Denny and Julia that she didn't wanna give them in front of everyone else. It's special.

Same with Cora, dad and me.

They sat down on the living room couch and we all stood in front of them. Nana sat on the chair on the far side of the room, sneakily smoking a cigarette even though dad told her not to.

"Okay, don't freak out when we give you this," I warned, looking at both of them. "We had a little sale a few weeks ago and we're giving the profits to you guys. We're not taking no for an answer, dad is grounding you if you don't accept the gift, and ugh...You're welcome."

I pulled the wads of cash out and quickly handed it to them. "It's seven thousand dollars. You each got three thousand and some."

"What, but we can't—"

"Accept it or you're grounded." Dad cut Julia off quickly.

"Ah. So he can ground people who aren't his kids. Noted." Billie whispered before clearing her throat. "Yeah, while we're doing this..."

She stepped closer to them and handed them each what appeared to be a check. "Five thousand for you both." My eyes widened as she said that. I can't believe she'd be willing to give them so much! Fuck, I've gotta thank her for that later. "It's not much, but I just figured—"

"You guys are all insane if you think we're gonna accept this! I mean, it's a nice gesture, but this is a whole lot of money to just be giving away and we wouldn't feel right—"

Nana cut Denver off quickly. "If my calculations are correct, you two have just been given a little over seventeen thousand dollars. Do you know what seventeen thousand dollars could do for me?" Nana coughed and waved her hands, trying to hide the cigarette smoke. "It'd be nice to have that kind of money for one of my poker games with the boys down at the police station." She mumbled. "Hell, seventeen thousand dollars, I could hire a hit man for that much and then I bet Rosemary wouldn't be able to get me kicked out of church ever again—"

"Mama!" Dad called.

"Y'all take that damn money and spend it on that baby or let me have it and spend it on what I wanna spend it on." She got quiet again after that.

"We're never gonna be able to pay you guys back if we take this. We can't." Julia shook her head before wiping at the tears on her cheeks. Cora and I both plopped down beside her at the same time, grabbing her hands. Cora shoved Denny out of the way in order to do so.

"Julia, you never have to worry about paying any of us back for anything. You're family now, and that baby is gonna be our niece or nephew! We wish we could do even more for it." Cora smiled.

It took a while of convincing, but we managed to get them to accept the money we raised for them. They were still iffy about taking Billie's money, though.

"Please?" She gave Denny the puppy dog eyes. "You don't owe me a thing because of this. I just wanna help however I can and you need that money more than me. Not to sound braggy, but I'm not even putting a dent in my pocket by giving that to you. I don't really like kids, you know that—"

"Hell, me neither!" Nana cut in.

Billie smiled at her before continuing. "—But I'd already do anything for yours because you're a Doe and I love you guys. I'm just trying to help the best way I know how. Maybe I won't be the best at loving on the baby, but I'd love to know that at the very least it'll have at least some of what it needs because of me."

They accepted her gift after a bit more convincing. She also went out to her car and came back a few minutes later with a guitar. Probably the one she said he wanted. His eyes widened like saucers, and he looked the happiest I've seen him in a while.

"Don't even argue with me, just take it. This is actually more from Finneas. You know, cause I used his card to get it. He was mad at first until he realized I used it to get you this. Then he didn't care." She shrugged.

"Oh, I like her. Use these men's money up, honey. Atta girl." Nana nodded before coughing again after she swallowed a piece of ice too quickly while she was gulping down some of her whiskey.

The guitar was black and kinda holographic with lots of white stars on it. It was honestly really beautiful, and Denny looked like he felt comfortable holding it as soon as she placed it in his hands.

"I don't know what to say." He whispered tearfully.

"You're gonna be a really good dad, Denny. But I also hope that you remember to take time for yourself and be a good man overall. You do what you want to do with your life, and make the best of it. Follow your dreams, as cliche as that sounds. Do what makes you happy." Dad smiled down at him. "You too, Julia. You're a bright young girl and I know your future is bright too."

"Thanks, Mr. Doe." She smiled.

"This is so damn sweet," Nana drawled after a few moments of tearful silence. "Billie, honey? Will you come walk me to my room? I need to ask you some questions about my granddaughter that I know her ass won't answer."

Billie went over to help her off the chair and my eyes widened. "Ugh—Nana, I can help you! Billie has to get home and I—"

"Billie's home has probably been there for a hundred or so years, and I'm sure it'll still be there when she gets back." She grunted before wrapping her arm around Billie's shoulders as they walked off. "Now I love my grandbaby, so much, you hear me? But you tell me, honey, is she a slut like her Nana used to be back in the day? Do y'all use protection? What type of protection do you lesbians need to use anyway? Probably better than the ole shit us straight folks have to deal with, I'll tell you that."

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A/N: I hate doing too many time skips, but there will be another one next chapter. It'll be a two-week time skip, making it Saturday, April 14th. Their prom night! Who's ready for prom and what do you think will happen?