NANNY FOR MENDES.

Hundred-eleven

𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"Soph is gonna visit Aaliyah today. You can chill now. So stop your excessive worry about my sister."

"Yeah, I know. Aaliyah called me. Good. And it's not excessive worry. When Soph gets pregnant, you'll be worse than me."

When Soph gets pregnant. I smile. Soph with a baby bump...

"You come to work, you stress over leaving her at home, you don't do much shit, you leave early and I end up doing everything. You're working your normal hours today, you ass."

"Fine." He rolls his eyes. "Aaliyah told me the same thing: to work like usual. Thank Soph for me."

"I will."

"By the way, The Ball... are you gonna go?"

"I'm still thinking about it. Now that I'm with Aaliyah, if I go, I'll go with her. But I don't want her to—"

"Noah, Aaliyah is four months pregnant. Just four. She can go out, she could move around in her house. Stop this. You're suffocating her."

"Did she tell you this?"

"No. When I call her, she says she's great. She never mentioned it. But I know my sister, and let me tell you, she doesn't like it.

"Okay, fine. I'll go to The Ball with her. Are you going with Soph?"

"Yup. I didn't tell her yet, though."

He nods. "I'll go back to my office."

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"I'm almost done, Aaliyah, anyway. You go rest."

"Don't be like Noah and Mom, please."

I laugh, "they're worried about you, Aaliyah."

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes.

"If you really wanna help, prepare the table and do it quick; don't let Noah see you. They're on their way here."

"Thank you."

While putting the plates on the table, Aaliyah asks me, "so, how are you and Shawn?"

I mix the veggies and the dressing in the bowl. "What do you mean?"

"You know...." She puts a fork and a knife besides every table.

"I really don't." If she's hinting at sex, then I really don't wanna talk about it.

"How is your sex?" Oh, my God.

"Good." I lie.

"Mmm... how many times a week?" She leans against the counter, next to me.

How about zero? "It depends."

"On?"

"It just does."

"On what?"

"Okay, fine. We haven't had sex. Yet, anyway."

"Wow."

"Yeah. We're waiting until marriage."

"But... why?"

"Because I'm not ready yet, Aaliyah. I begged your brother, though. He won't do it until marriage, until I'm ready."

"Oh yes. He will never touch you until marriage, then."

"I know. He doesn't. But we make out a lot, though. He gave me this amazing make-out session last night. For my birthday..."