Kiss, but don't tell.

Chapter 4.

Baby’s POV:

I stumbled down the stairs around 11 A.M. I grasped the railing, letting my hand slide all the way down as I walked. I headed toward the kitchen, pushing the door open. Spencer and Mitchell sat at the table with plates full of food in front of them. My mom stood at the stove, finishing a last bit of bacon.

“Why aren’t you at work?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I called off work for a few days, so I could spend time with you once you got back.”

“Is Dad at work?”

“Yeah.” She smiled.

She moved the bacon from the skillet onto a plate with a paper towel over it and then grabbed the plate. She took it to the table, sitting beside Spencer, and sat the plate down. The table was full of plates with different breakfast items on it. My mouth almost started watering from taking in the scent.

I started walking to the table, but stopped dead in my tracks.

There was only one more chair left.

Right next to Mitchell.

“What are you doing, honey? Come sit and eat breakfast. I made plenty.”

I nodded before taking the chair in between my Mom and Mitchell. Apart of me was a little curious at what my Mom was getting at. Why she was being so kind and loving. She used to be intimidating and slightly mean. Now she was acting like the mothers on old sitcoms that stayed home and did everything for their kids.

Mitchell looked over at me and smirked. I rolled my eyes, looking away. I grabbed a plate from my Mom’s hand and filled it with bacon, biscuits and gravy, hash browns and even a slice of ham. I looked up at Spencer who was glancing between Mitchell and I after every bite he took.

We all ate as the air in the room stayed thick. There was so much tension between what had been wanted to happen, what had seemed to have happened, and what had really happened. None of which had been picked up by our mother.

“Why is everyone so quiet?” She looked at all three of us. “Usually, I can’t get you to shut up.” She chuckled, finishing her breakfast and leaning on her elbow.

“Things are a little weird, huh Mom?” Spencer said, not breaking eye contact with me.

“Yeah.” She nodded, standing up and grabbing our plates once we’d all finished. “I’ll just wash these for you.”

The room stayed silent as my Mom put the dishes in the dishwasher. Spencer bit his nails, occasionally pulling his hand back to look at them, and then he’d continue gnawing. Mitch kept his eyes glued to his phone, playing some sort of game. I just let my eyes dart around the room, taking in all of the surroundings that I’d missed so dearly.

Mom headed out of the room once she’d turned on the dishwasher. I looked up and Spencer had once again locked eyes with me. My eyes widened and I scoffed.

“Oh. My. God. WHAT?!”

“You know what.” He glared.

I rolled my eyes, standing up. I made my way out the door and headed upstairs. I guess I was obviously the intruder in my own house since he was getting mad at me about this. He didn’t even know the full story.

Mitchell’s POV:

I kept my eyes on my phone, not doing anything but trying to make it seem like I was.

Anything to avoid looking up at Spencer.

“You know we have to talk about this.” He spoke in a stern voice.

I sighed, setting my phone down after locking it. “Alright, what?”

“I don’t understand how you’re so calm about this.”

“Calm about what? You don’t even know what you saw, you’re jumping to conclusions.”

“Alright,” He put on a calm voice. “Since I have no idea what happened, please care to explain?” His words were laced with a mix of anger and sarcasm.

“I was just trying to make her wet-“ I immediately stopped, covering my mouth.

“Are you kidding me, Mitch?” He asked, standing up and instead of pushing the chair back, he shoved the table forward, making it dig into my stomach. I winced in pain.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Damn, you need to chill. I meant literal wet. She had a towel, I didn’t.”

“Save it.” He stopped me again. “I don’t want to hang out today. I have other plans.” He crossed his arms.

I stood up. “Are you seriously going to act like this?” I crossed mine, mocking him.

Spencer made his way over to me. He tried to size me down and bumped his chest into mine, in a somewhat threatening manner. I wasn’t fazed by his much smaller physique. But I let him lock eyes with me, giving me a gruff look.

“I don’t know what the hell happened. I don’t even think I want to know. You might say it was something else, but from where I saw it, it sure as hell was a whole lot more.” He pushed me slightly, and I stumbled a bit, him catching me off guard. “Now, you’re my bro. So, I’m going to let this slide. Alright?”

“Yeah, fine. Alright, man.” I agreed with a heavy sigh.

I turned away from him, signaling the end of our conversation. I walked to the door, pushing it open. I was stopped by Spencer calling my name. I turned around, raising my eyebrow.

“Oh, and Mitch?”

“Yeah?”

“Stay away from my sister.”