The Things You Give

Part 15

Hyde and the rest of the boys didn't return home from the party until almost five am. Y/n heard Eric and Hyde stumble their way downstairs and into their respective rooms before hearing Eric's door quietly shut. So, it was a no surprise when she woke up around nine-thirty, the boys weren't at the breakfast table.

"Hi Ma," she greeted Kitty in a chipper tone and sat down next to Red. "Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, you seem to be feeling better," Kitty commented and passed her a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast.

"I am. I finally feel like I have my appetite back," Y/n said and greedily grabbed the plate, ready to dump the contents of it down her throat. Her stomach knotted and rumbled as she started shoveling food into her mouth. She hummed, satisfied.

"Boy, you're really hungry," Kitty said. "All that time throwing up, you got to put some stuff back in.

Y/n hummed again, this time in response. "I forgot how good food tastes."

"So, where are the boys?" Kitty asked as she focused on her own food.

"They went out to a party last night and didn't get home till late," Y/n answered casually.

"Well, that explains the noises I heard," Kitty answered. "Did you go with them?"

"No, why?"

"Because I heard a girl's voice last night and I thought it was you," Kitty replied confused.

"What?" Y/n asked, suddenly not hungry anymore.

"What? Steven brought another girl home?" Red asked, annoyed, breaking the tension in the air. "He knows he's not allowed to bring home any floozies home!"

"He brought home a girl?" Y/n asked, trying not to sound hurt. She shrugged, trying to come off as she didn't care. She took a couple more bites before she couldn't take it anymore and dropped her fork on her plate. "I'll be right back."

"Oh, honey, don't tell me you're feeling sick already," Kitty asked, worried.

"Maybe. I think I ate too fast," she lied and excused herself to the basement.

Down on the couch, she caught a blonde sleeping soundly on the couch. Her heart sank once again as she stormed her way into Steven's room who was sleeping soundly in his bed. It took everything in her to not grab the nearest thing and beat him. Instead, she knelt beside him and gently kissed his lips, waking him.

He gently woke and slowly opened his eyes, grinning when he saw her. Clearly, he was still a little drunk.

"Honey?" she said sweetly.

"Yeah, baby?" he croaked, his morning voice much deeper and dare she say it, very sexy. If she wasn't seething, she'd want to do it with him right there and then.

"You want to tell me what the hell a girl is doing on the couch?!" she practically yelled.

Steven immediately sat up, sobering up quickly. "What?"

"Look, I know you're still a little drunk, but there is a blonde bitch on my couch and I'd like to know why," Y/n said and crossed her arms. "Who is she and what is she doing here?"

"That's Amber," he replied and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Oh, Amber?" she couldn't help but show her green side. "That doesn't explain why the hell Amber is on my couch."