The Three Bros

[35] Invited

Blaire's POV

"I bet I can pop this French fry in my mouth," Molly confidently announces.

We were back at the restaurant for our breakfast. Ryded decided to join us now, since he was in a better mood.

"Sure you can," Ryder snorts.

"I can. See?" Molly tosses the fry into the air, ready to catch it in her mouth.

"I hope I'm not interrupting something," Aunt Stacy suddenly joins us, making all eyes then to her.

And making Molly turn away from the fry, causing it to land on her shoulder, "Aww man!"

"I'm pretty sure you could've done it, Molls," I say, meaning it. She would've caught it if Aunt Stacy didn't join us. "You could've caught that bi---" I pause, remembering that Aunt Stacy was in front of us, "Bia, hi."

"Hi?"

Aunt Stacy speaks up, "Its fine, darling, cuss all you want. We've all only got one life and there's a lot of things we need to cuss at," she encourages. "So go ahead."

"No, actually I'm fine now. The need to cuss has already disappeared."

"Cuss now. Just say what you were supposed to say!" Aunt Stacy insists. "You don't need a moment to say it!"

"I was just going to tell Molly that she could've caught the fry," I purse my lips nervously.

"Cuss!"

I seriously have no idea why she was so into me cussing. It didn't seem important anymore. Although, if it made her content, then I guess I should just end this.

I open my mouth to cuss, but a shriek escapes first when I feel Ian's hand going up and down my thigh, "Holy shit!"

"What's wrong?" Myles asks.

"Nothing, I just scram for effect." I quickly answer, too quickly. I smack Ian's hand away, a blush climbing up my neck to roll around on my cheeks. "What was that for?" I whisper-scold to Ian.

"Help," he winks.

"Hey Aunt Stacy," Ryder speaks up. "Why are you here again?" He suddenly jolts, and I'm pretty sure its because Molly kicked him under the table, making him correct his question, "I mean; what do we have the honor of having your presence this very moment, my young aunt." It would've been poetic if he didn't put emphasis on "young".

A smile suddenly spreads across her face, probably remembering why she walked over here, "Oh I think you boys know," she gives them a big grin. "But for the ladies' sakes, I'll explain."

"Kill me now," Ryder mutters.

"Tonight, I'm hosting a party. It'll be the 6th year anniversary since I've opened this place up," Aunt Stacy grins. "That's why I want my nephews to come here every year, to spend this day with me. Because my sister couldn't," she adds the last part in a whisper.

And since I was closest to her, I heard. It took a while, but I realized what she was saying. My heart clenched in sympathy for her. I'm guessing Aunt Stacy was from their mom's side of the family. Meaning it was Clara who couldn't come.

Pour thing.

"So what do you say?" She speaks up once again. A chorus of agreements soon followed, making her brighten up like the day's sun. "This isn't the first time you've agreed to come, but... but it still gets me every time," she starts wiping at her eyes. "Excuse me," she says before leaving.

"She's just being dramatic because you guys are here," Ryder says. "The last time we were here, and we didn't want to go---"

"I said I was willing to go," Myles interjects.