Rules Of Different Games

Chapter 30- Epilogue

Ruthie Ann

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A year later

I shook my head back and forth. I swear, sometimes, living with these two bastards was going to give me ulcers.

A third washer.

A third one?

Really???

Dru had gone as far as to make labels with each of our names to identify who's washer was who's. Funny enough, Dru, like I said, never did laundry. So leave it to little Ole me to put my stuff in Dru's, Dru's stuff in Devan's and Devan's stuff in mine. No one was going to know anything about this except for me. But I hope they both knew that the bigger my belly got, the more shit they would have to do for me.

I looked down at my small frame and little baby bump and groaned. "I hate this part the most. The sacrifices for the ones you love."

"Thems are the rules, babycakes." Devan told me, kissing my cheek as I walked out of the laundry room.

I glared at her, rolling my eyes when she rubbed my belly. "She labeled the fucking machines." I grumbled in a low whisper.

Devan chuckled. "She bought another coffee maker too. And a dresser strictly for our adult items. The baby is freaking her out."

I licked my teeth in anger. "Yeah, really? And who's bright fucking idea was it to turn my into a carrier pigeon? Hers that's who. It was all her idea. Not fucking mine. I never wanted-" Devan must have heard the four wheeler outside or something because she covered my mouth with her hand and pushed me into the downstairs bathroom and locked us in.

"Hey, assholes. It's Thursday. Thursdays we spend fucking each other. Not in singles."

I rolled my eyes again. "This...is mum."

Devan moved her hand. "What?"

"This is dumb. Let me out of here, impregnator."

Devan gasped and let me out with a burst of laughter. We used both of their eggs and one stuck. Don't know who's. Doesn't matter. They are both to blame even if I agreed to this stupid shit.

I stomped down the hallway and into the kitchen. "Dru, we weren't doing anything. Devan was stopping me from yelling at you about your stupid fucking labels on the washing machines that only I fucking use, babe."

Dru looked at me with her dark green eyes and short hair that she shaved on the sides now. She was wearing basketball shorts and a muscle shirt with no bra because she didn't believe in wearing them anymore. Her face did this weird glow thing she'd been doing ever since I got pregnant and oddly enough I smiled back.

This face she made always melted me. She grabbed me and kissed my lips. "I love you, Ru baby."

I rolled my eyes. "I love you."

"I love you both." Devan yelled coming into the room, changing into her own basketball shorts.

It was these small moments where I knew I made the right decision in changing all the rules to this game of love. To be taken over by giants was maybe the best thing that ever happened to me and someday I hoped to prove that to the little baby inside me that made me grumpy. Until then I was gonna live everyday ready to kill them and love them both.

The end.

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