In The Unlikely Event [updates begin may 3]

18 | family ties

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Fuck class, I should have paid more attention to praying at church on Sunday. Because some divine miracle just might be my final hail mary to maybe finish Advanced Functions with a passing grade.

"Addy, you ain't even paying attention." Aunt Yvonne whirled away from the mirror, facing me instead where I laid sprawled across her bed. "Do these jeans make my ass look fat?"

I slammed my head into my textbook, I replied, "Your ass looks good."

"What? Speak up; I can't hear you."

I lifted my head up. "Your butt looks fine."

Hands rested on her hips, she raised an eyebrow. "You weren't even looking." She turned around to face the full-length mirror hung onto the back of her shared bedroom door. She raised the jeans up, turning to check her side profile for the umpteenth time since she'd dragged me in for fashion consultations-- evidently opting to disregard the fat 'fashion inept' tattooed on my forehead. "I mean, it doesn't seem noticeable that I've put on the extra weight. Kinda makes the jeans look better on me, yeah?"

"Yup." I figured the best way to get out of my fashion consultant duties was just to agree with everything. "And besides," I added as I gathered up my notes, "if anyone even talks about it, you're growing a life. I think that's ground to overlook a lot of things."

She hummed and muttered something under her breath. Attention focused on her reflection in the mirror, she rubbed her growing bump almost unconsciously before finally saying, "Yeah, I guess."

I dropped my textbook and exhaled a tad bit dramatically before walking over. Placing my hands on her shoulder and thankful that our similar height allowed me to look her in the eyes, I said, "Aunt Yvonne, you look so good. Your skin has the whole pregnancy glow going on, your baby bump is literally the greatest thing since sweet n' sour sauce, and your ass looks fantastic. Nobody coming over today is going to talk about anything except how happy we all are about your pregnancy. Okay?"

She nodded. "Okay." Inhaling sharply, she laughed as she waved away the tears in her eyes, walking towards the bed. "Whew, you really going to make me all sappy and be the type to cry at the end of A Walk to Remember now."

I snorted. "You always cried at the end of A Walk to Remember." Gathering my things once again, I spun just before I reached the door. "See you downstairs now that all the food's ready?"