Just Rosalie

Milan Part2

THEY HEADED DOWN for breakfast the next morning. Everyone was seated at the table, and the smell of freshly baked pancakes filled the air. Rosalie was quite chipper that morning. She'd been humming a love song since she'd gotten up and taken a shower with Elizabeth.
"Blueberry pancakes seems to be everyone's favourite. Honey, are you going to have cereal or oatmeal?"
Rosalie took a seat at the table, and Elizabeth sat on the seat next to hers. Henry and Michelle hadn't showered yet for the morning, being that they were still in their pajamas. Barbara and Kaitlyn had been chatting about the most random things, and as for Zoe, she was on a phone call with Margaret.
"I'll pour myself a bowl of cereal, mum. Are there any blueberries left?"
Rosalie got up and headed into the kitchen. Margaret came out of the kitchen and handed the phone to Barbara.
"She's got about ten more minutes."
Barbara left the table and headed outside of the house to talk to her daughter. There were tears in her eyes when she left.
Rosalie came out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in one hand and a plate of blueberry pancakes for Elizabeth in the other.
"Aren't blueberries your favourite fruit, babe?"
Elizabeth nodded as she looked at the stack of pancakes. There was no way that she could eat all of it.
"I've put another pot of tea on the stove. Anyone fancy a cup of coffee instead? I think I have a coffee machine somewhere around here."
"No, that's fine. Tea will do the trick, hopefully."
Zoe said before she stuffed a mouthful of pancakes into her mouth. She'd drizzled a lot of maple syrup onto her plate, along with a mountain of white sugar.
"I almost forgot that you eat like an animal."
Rosalie said with an amused look on her face. She remembered when they'd spend weekends together at the lake house. Zoe had always looked forward to Kaitlyn's homemade pancakes in the mornings.
"You never complained about how I ate back then."
Elizabeth's eyes widened and Rosalie almost choked on her cereal. Did Zoe really just say that?
"They're kids at the table."
Henry reminded. He didn't want to hear about anyone's sexapades, especially when he was trying to enjoy his pancakes.
"We were younger than you two. How old were we? Fourteen?"
Kaitlyn's cup of tea nearly fell out of her hand and she shot her daughter a glare.
"You liar!"
She yelled.
"Mum, you're overreacting."
Elizabeth chuckled as she placed her hand on Rosalie's thigh. Rosalie had definitely started out early.
"Am I? I guess I should've known better. You did start dating when you were thirteen ."
Henry and Michelle couldn't believe their ears. Rosalie was so young-too young.
"At least your good parenting stopped me from getting pregnant, huh? All my friends were jealous."
"You've always been stubborn, and gay."
Kaitlyn chuckled. She'd never had to worry about Rosalie becoming a teen mom. Her daughter hated dick, even fake dicks made her cringe. "And your friends opened their legs to every boy on the football team. There's a reason their parents' were so uptight."
"You got that right. I wonder what the posse's up to these days."
Zoe chuckled. She'd hated Rosalie's snobby friends, and they disliked her too.
"Probably milking their sugar mommas, sugar daddies, or their actually daddies and mommies."
Kaitlyn laughed hysterically at her own joke. Why did they feel the need to say such things? Rosalie wasn't too sure. Her friends weren't that bad, to her anyway.
"They thought that Rosalie and I locked ourselves in the bathroom stall for scissoring. Who the fuck can pull that off? I mean, we did go to town, but that's as far as the stall could handle."
Rosalie scrunched up her nose. She didn't like reliving the stupid things she'd done in high school. She hated public restrooms, and to orgasm in one, well her teenage self was pretty slutty.
"Ha, that's why her skirts were always ruffled. I considered sending her to public school cause I had to iron her uniforms every day."
Kaitlyn placed the palm of her hand over her chest in an attempt to calm herself down. If she continued to laugh as hysterically as she was, she'd get a tummy ache.
"Sounds like you had fun in high school, Rosalie. And what were you telling me about saving myself, and staying away from teenage vaginas?"
Rosalie's eyes widened. She would be such a terrible role model if she ever had kids. Barbara wiped a tear from her eye as she came back into the room. She'd been laughing too.
"Michelle's too shy to even ask a girl out. You're nothing like your sister. Margaret saw Zoe, asked her out, and two months later, bam, they got hitched. You gotta get some game, Michelle."
Barbara grabbed a blueberry and popped it inside of her mouth.
"Mom, it's not like I'm that easy. She had to work for it."
Zoe wiggled her eyebrows and grinned as she pointed to herself. Pretty cocky, right?
"Zoe, I can't believe you're married. I always thought that you and Rosalie would..."
Kaitlyn realized that she'd strayed to a sensitive topic. What was she thinking? Why did she have to bring that up? She looked at her daughter's unreadable eyes. What was Rosalie thinking?
Rosalie bursted out into a fit of laughter, and wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"That's hilarious. I never wanted to get married, mum. You once said you'd have to adopt a bride on her wedding day, just to be called the mother of the bride at least once."
Elizabeth speculated the look on Zoe's face. Was she seeing sadness? Pain? Did Zoe still have feelings for Rosalie?
"I almost did that on a trip to Colombia. And hold your horses, you almost got hitched, remember? Or must I remind you about your uptight ex-fiancée?"
"Mum! She wasn't uptight! And can we not talk about that right now?"
Rosalie looked back and forth between Henry and Elizabeth. They seemed uncomfortable.
"Fine. Always avoiding the sensitive topics. Elizabeth, I don't know how you put up with her. She's my daughter, but a huge stuck up, pain in the ass."
Rosalie's jaw fell open. Kaitlyn was being a hypocrite. She was the gigantic pain in the family.
"You're so..."
"Everyone at this table knows it. Shall we carry out a debate? Or would you like to save yourself the trouble?"
Elizabeth leaned back in her chair and laughed loudly. She'd never encountered a group so full of themselves before, but she loved it.
"To me, all of you are pain in the asses. And we're mostly all lesbians? What's that gotta say, huh?"
Elizabeth, Rosalie, Zoe and Kaitlyn, shot Michelle glares.
"Young lady, don't insult our identity. That's like calling us a dyke to our faces."
"I'm a damn lesbian too. How's that offensive?"
They all shrugged and continued laughing. Henry rolled his eyes as he observed the women at the table. He didn't fit in one bit.
"Why am I the only guy in this freaking group? That's gotta say something, for sure!"
All the women at the table looked at the teenage boy with narrowed eyes. He gulped and placed his hands up in surrender. Kaitlyn decided to take the conversation back to a fun topic.
"I'm telling you, those fakes are nothing like the real thing. It's nice to be open to anything. I even scored that receptionist for a late..."
"Mum!"
Rosalie felt her body trembling. She really didn't want to know what her mother got up to when she wasn't around.
"He took me back to his place. I didn't spread cooties on our bed, my dear daughter."
Michelle bursted out in a fit of laughter, and Henry resorted to the living room to finish his breakfast.
"Thank god. You get the dick for both of us."
Kaitlyn sipped on her tea and giggled. That could be true, if she did sleep around with lots of men. She'd settled for fakes, rather than the real thing countless times to count.
"You're gayness is rubbing off on me. We both don't get the dick, at least not as much as when I was married to your..."
"Mum! Discretion, for fuck's sake!"
Barbara wiped her eyes with a tissue. She'd suddenly gotten so emotional.
"Barb, everything okay?"
Barbara couldn't answer that question honestly. After losing her husband, she was afraid that she'd lose her daughter to the same faith-whilst serving her country.
"Yes, of course. I just miss Margaret terribly. She's always been a softie, hard on the eyes, soft in the heart."
Michelle missed her sister, as much as Barbara did. But she'd learned to think of it as an act of bravery, instead of all the cons. The only pro that mattered was that Margaret was a soldier-a hero.
Elizabeth looked over a picture that hung on the wall. It was one of Rosalie and her brother as toddlers. They were so cute together.
"You two were so adorable. I wished I'd met him."
Kaitlyn had grown quickly to Elizabeth. She realized why Rosalie was so drawn to her. Maybe, their relationship was a good thing. The smile on her daughter's face proved its worth.
Rosalie wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's torso and inhaled her scent.
"I'll take you to see him later today."
Rosalie gave her mother a comforting smile before Kaitlyn headed off into the kitchen. Everyone else kept their mouths shut. Apparently, no one knew what to say. The topic was pretty sensitive. It made them all think about the ones that they'd lost. Well, except Henry. The only lost that he'd suffered was the death of his hamster.
"After the meeting? Hopefully, it doesn't run too late. Some clients tend to stray off topic or get carried away."
Barbara cleared her throat and excused herself to the kitchen. She'd noticed Kaitlyn's reaction and had to make sure that she was okay. They were both hurting, but Barbara was thankful that her daughter was alive and well, unlike Kaitlyn's son.
"I'm gonna take a shower."
Michelle ran up the stairs, and Henry followed behind her. He wanted to try out the jets in his room's shower, and Michelle just wanted to get away from everyone. They both parted ways at the top of the staircase, and made their ways to their individual, self-contained rooms.
"I'm sorry if I got too weird there. But it's nice to talk about stuff without limitations."
Zoe gave Elizabeth apologetic eyes. Elizabeth was more amused than jealous, if she was jealous at all. Elizabeth was a confident woman, who knew that she had a lot going for her. Yes, taking the age difference into consideration, and Zoe's youthfulness compared to hers, would make many women in her place feel distraught. But Elizabeth wasn't any other woman. She was quite a catch, if she could say so herself, and beautiful inside and out, nonetheless.
"It's good to talk openly. I enjoy it."
Rosalie placed her hand in Elizabeth's under the table. In a way, she wished Elizabeth would get jealous, but why? Was that her way of knowing that Elizabeth cared? That Elizabeth wanted her? Was she that insecure?
"Then there's lots more stories to share, ever heard of the time Rosalie flashed her tits to the football team? She was drunk off her ass though."
Elizabeth gave Rosalie the most amused look she'd pulled off that morning. Rosalie was a wild child in her early teens. Elizabeth wondered what had changed. When did she become the modest woman that she was?
"That was one time, Zoe! And everyone was cheering. I mean, my tits are glorious. They all drooled like infants."
"Yes, you'd developed a rack right before secondary school. It got everyone's attention. Why do you think I pursued you?"
Zoe chuckled. But it wasn't funny for Rosalie. Was that really true? Did Zoe also only saw her as a body? Elizabeth noticed the pain in Rosalie's eyes and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Bunny, she didn't mean it like that."
Rosalie forced a smile. She wasn't sure what to think. Did everyone really think of her as just a body? Was it everyone in the world? Rosalie looked at Elizabeth and softly smiled. Elizabeth was the only woman who she knew wasn't like that. Did she deserve Elizabeth? Did she deserve Elizabeth's love? Could she be what such an amazing woman needed? Was she enough? All her doubts came tumbling down at once, and the tears threatened to plummet down her cheeks.
"Excuse me."
Rosalie muttered as she got up and rushed out of the house. She headed onto the patio, and inhaled a long breath. Looking over the lake tensed her body in ways that she hadn't experienced in a while. She could never look at a lake and not think about that night-the screams, the crying, the lifelessness. She'd been so lucky that night. That's what the paramedics said, extremely lucky.