Love's Mercy

Laya

 The next morning Bryelle and Momma dragged me out shopping. Shopping is one of my least favorite things to do on this planet unless it was for a remodeling job. Shopping for clothes, makeup or anything else of the girly nature just wasn't my thing. I usually ordered all my shirts online and had them shipped out to wherever I was calling home at the time. Most of my jeans were old and broken in the way I liked, so I was good. But my lovely sister Bryelle loved to go shopping for all the girly things, which made Mom very happy, so there we were.

She drug me in every store at the mall to look for a bathing suit that I for one wasn't looking forward to wearing. It wasn't that I was insecure about my body, I just didn't want all my goodies on display for every man in her life. Even though I knew I was only looking to impress one man, my luck wasn't the best and like Jon had said last night, I did tend to attract the wacko's.

"Laya!"

I glanced up from looking at paint samples in a Better Homes & Garden magazine as my sister called my name. I had ventured off from her and Mom's gushing over bikinis to find my kind of language.

"What hoe?" I replied uninterested.

"We are here to find you a bathing suit, so step out of your tomboy zone and get your ass over here." She growled.

"Why don't you just pick me one? You usually dress me anyways when it comes to outings with your lame friends." I flipped the page in the magazine.

"They're your friends too, and you're kind of right." She sighed, her hands going to her hips as she nibbled on her bottom lip. "I still don't understand how you don't have a bathing suit."

"Believe it." I sighed, closing the magazine and turning toward her. "Want to know what I usually wear at the beach or the pool?"

"If you say you go nude I'm going to smack you." She sighed.

"I don't know what you've heard but this show ain't free." I sassed, causing her to snort. "I find a matching bra and panty set and tada." I smiled brightly.

"Wow, nice going butch." She replied unimpressed, making me frown. "Look, don't make me get mom over here."

"You get on my nerves." I growled, walking towards her.

"I love you too." She smiled, gripping my arm and walking me back over to the swimsuits.

In the end, Bryelle ended up getting aggravated at me and picking out the suit I would be wearing, like she usually did with my clothes. It made me chuckle because she always had a vision of what she wanted me to dress as, and she could always make it come to life. She had went to cosmetology school before she ventured into wrestling, and she was still a beast at making people look beautiful. When I wanted a haircut or new color I always called my sister and she always hooked me up.

"So, my girls are having second dates tonight huh?" Mom smiled as she walked between us in the mall.

"Momma don't fuss." Bryelle sighed, looking into windows as we passed.

"Ay, I am not fussing. I am simply a happy mother." She smiled. "You two using protection right?"

"Oh, Ma!" I gasped, looking over at her with wide eyes.

"Momma!" Bryelle gasped.

"What?" She asked, looking back and forth between. "That's not wrong of me to ask."

"It is when no one is having sex." Bryelle chuckled.

"You're not?" Mom raised a brow, causing me to chuckle as Bryelle shook her head. "Neither of you?" She looked at me and I shook my head. "Jesus my girls, if I were in your shoes and twenty years younger I'd have bedded them already."