Accidentally in Love [Brett Hand x OC]

10

Reagan and Theodora were over at their mom's house to help move Rand's things out. It was mostly Reagan moving the boxes while Tamiko and Theodora sipped on tea and talked shit, and Rand sat outside in the moving van.

"Well, that's the last of dad's stuff." Reagan declared after she was done.

"It doesn't spark joy, which is why I'm getting rid of it." Their mom explained, "It's the same reason I got rid of your father."

"Yeah, and you gave him to us." Theodora groaned, folding her arms.

"Sorry, sweetheart." Tamiko nudged her daughter with her elbow.

"Jesus, mom, harsh!" Reagan frowned.

"Are you talking about me?" Rand honked the horn and called out from outside.

"I'm not dealing with this!" Tamiko declared, "I'm filled with light and love. Light and love, asshole!" She yelled out to Rand.

"Oh, the hell you are!" Rand yelled back, before Tamiko slammed the door.

"I love that for you, mom." Theodora said fervently, "You're better off without him."

"Luckily, divorcing your father this year has finally given me time to transform my pain into art!" Tamiko explained, gesturing to her new book.

"Knight of Passion, a sexventure by Tamiko Ridley." Reagan apprehensively picked up a copy of the book, "One woman's erotic personal journey divorcing her narcissist husband and dealing with two daughters, one with Asperger's and one undiagnosed psychopath."

"Wait, what the hell?" Theodora snapped.

"You think I have Asperger's?" Reagan added, looking offended.

"You so do." Theodora snickered, earning a glare from her sister,

"Alright, psycho."

"Girls." Tamiko snapped. "And Reagan, no, I don't think you have Asperger's." She added.

"Oh, okay." Reagan said, missing her mom's lie.

"See, you couldn't tell I was lying." Tamiko looked quite proud of herself. "You ought to look that condition up. It gets worse over time."

"Wait, mom, why do you think I'm a psychopath?" Theodora spoke, but it was too late as their mom had sashayed out of the room.

"Uh," Reagan's eyes went wide. "Says the girl who has tried to assassinate multiple of her exes."

"Whatever, you're autistic." Theodora snapped, pushing her way past her sister and leaving the house.

They packed the moving truck full of Rand's stuff, while he leaned up against a wall, pouring alcohol into his thermos.

"How was she?" Rand asked, "Did she look unhappy? How fulfilled did she look, physically?"

"She's still mom, undercutting my confidence in ways I didn't know existed." Reagan replied. Theodora noticed something out of the corner of her eye and opened one of the boxes.

"What is all this stuff?" She asked as she was met with broken robotic bits.

"My old inventions!" Rand said excitedly, "Remember that robot teddy bear I invented for you girls? And here's that pair of walkie-talkie headgear, remember your third grade photo, Reagan?"