✨TW: mature scene , slut-shaming , mature language. ✨
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"Where's Montgomery ?" Lainie asks and Clary signed. "He had early practice , had to pick up Scott because his car is being fixed." She spoke and sat on the chair at the table.
The blonde women nods as she was cooking scrambled eggs to go with the rest of breakfast as Clay walked into the kitchen , relieved Montgomery wasn't around . He didn't know much of his home life. But he sure as hell wouldn't want to know .
"Eggs be ready in a minute." Lainie says.
Clay walked behind his mom to grab a coffee mug from the cabinet. Clary furrowing her brows as he doesn't drink coffee , at all.
"Dig into that French toast." Lainie looks back at her son, "Want cream with that?"
"It's alright." Clay moves to sit in the chair next to Clarissa, taking a sip from the coffee mug.
"You don't drink coffee." Matt tells his son.
"I don't eat breakfast either, soo...." Clay trails off, looking towards his blonde sister who shrugged it off , she wasn't complaining.
"It has been almost two weeks since we sat for a dinner together." Lainie walks over to the table with a clear bowl of eggs in hand, dishing them out to her son and daughte, "I am nothing, if not a realist, so I am proposing that we have a family breakfast every day instead. We just each have to get up a little bit earlier."
"Earlier than little Miss perfection ?" Clay asks looking towards his sister who scoffed . "It's called freshimg up , you should try it sometimes."
"Getting up at four O'clock every morning ?" He asks in amusement. "No thanks."
"We won't do the full spread every day, but it's nice to start off right." Lainine digs her spoon into the grapefruit . "So, how's your project end up last night? With Tony?"
"Fine."
"For History, right?"
"Yeah, uh, it's, um, it's the oral history project about like, students who came before us and stuff." Clay lies on the spot, grabbing one of the cups of orange juice in front of him, only to find an orange bottle of pills sitting behind it.
"Clay, we know the last few weeks have been hard." Lainie looks towards her son as her daughter didn't need them.
"I stopped taking these two years ago." Commented Clay.
