[BoyxBoyxGirl. Polyamorous]
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Falling for the best friend of her crush wasn't on Martha's bingo card. She had more important things to worry about, like the disappearance of her mother which led to the loss of her voice.
But amidst investigations...
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I can't exactly call this feeling anxiety. I'm not anxious. I have no reason to be when I'm around my mother.
Regardless, I can hear the pounding of my heart in my ears. It may be dull, almost inaudible, but it's still there. There's a slight churn of my stomach like the onset of nausea, but not quite. It's inexplicable.
Maybe I'm a little nervous. I have no reason to be. Yet, here I am wiping my palms against the sides of my skirt and trying to hard to keep the smile plastered on my face.
Mom is humming a tune as she sets the table. I told her I'm more than happy to help while she rests, but she refused. Even dad is hovering around her, hoping she'll call on his assistance, but she just carries on like we aren't here.
There's rice and chicken with salad, fajitas and key lime pie. It all smells delicious, but not even the amazing aroma is enough to still my racing nerves.
"Baby, you're pacing," dad calls out to me from the dining table and I stop mid-pace and stare at him.
He looks more casual tonight. His hair is still damp from the shower, he's in a grey polo on black sweatpants. He's reading from a magazine and I don't need to inspect it to know it's medical related.
I want to tell him that he needs to leave the medical world and loosen up. I swear, it's like he doesn't have hobbies. It's almost sad. Well, maybe his hobby is studying the human body, which is so not fun and defeats the whole purpose of hobbies.
"I don't understand why you're so nervous, Sugar. I've met Jonathan and Mason already. They're lovely," mom calls out from the kitchen.
"Yeah, well you didn't meet them as my partners." I tug out of my hair and end up pulling it out of the messy bun I did. I let out a groan of frustration before I tuck strands behind my ears. "Moreover, I should be mad at you!"
"Me?" Dad looks up from his magazine with an expression that clearly says 'what did I do now?'
"Not you! Mom!" I point in the direction of the kitchen and mom's head peeks out.
"Me? Why on earth?"
"Well..." I walk over and sit on the chair beside my dad. "You knew I had a crush on Jonathan. It would've been nice to - I don't know! Maybe you could've said something all this time."
"It's a bit more complicated than -"
"Things don't have to be complicated. We make them complicated!" I practically throw the words at her and dad flicks my arm. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Don't interrupt your mother. It's rude," he scolds, a small scowl on his face.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, mom! But my point still stands!"
