The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S3 E13.1: The Birds and the Geese

Cyrus's POV

The cup cupboard is just a cupboard when I open it up. The shelves are a vacant hotel, which unfortunately I can't drink water out of.

"TJ," I say as I glance back at my husband who's reading a sports magazine at the island, "did you empty the dishwasher?"

"Yeah."

I look back to the empty cupboard then to him again. "Where did you put all the glasses?"

"Right there," TJ confirms. "That's all of them."

"There are none here."

TJ nods like he already knew that and says, "There weren't any in the dishwasher either."

"Then where—?" I let out a sigh as I realize the answer. "Jayda."

I march out of the kitchen and ascend the stairs to get to her bedroom where I open the door to see a desk cluttered with cups. I don't think she could even do homework on here anymore with how full it is, but I suppose she doesn't do much homework anyway. I gather a few of them in my arms to start and turn to exit, but with the glasses making me have to bend backward to keep them from falling, I bump into Jayda's coat hanger and accidentally knock Andreas's jacket that he left here onto the ground. I set the glasses back down on the desk with a tired breath and kneel down to pick up the jacket, but right as my hand shifts the fabric, I notice something fall out of the inside pocket, and I drop the coat again, in shock. My focus flips as I pluck the small, square package from the ground, realizing what this probably means.

"TJ!" I shout, my voice wavering awkwardly as I shoot to my feet.

A second later, my husband appears in the doorway, responding, "Yeah?"

"Do you need me too?" comes Wyatt.

I hide my hand behind my back in an instant and shake my head, replying, "No, no, not you. This is a private talk."

"Fine," my son huffs. "I'll just listen through the wall."

While he leaves, I grab TJ's arm and tug him into the room before smacking the door shut. I whip around, faster than I intended, for now I probably seem more stressed than I'm trying to be, and I lift up the condom for TJ to see. His eyes flash confusion for a split second before pouring open as the situation hits him.

"I found this," I state.

"Where?"

"In Andreas's jacket that he gave to Jayda."

TJ was obviously not prepared for this, judging by the way he runs his nervous hands through his hair. I am a guidance counsellor for many teenagers who end up talking to me about this kind of thing, so I figured my kid would do it at some point too, but when I came in to bring her dishes to the dishwasher, I certainly wasn't expecting this plot twist.

"Wait," TJ says, freezing for a moment. "Was it hers or his?"

I furrow my brows. "Does it matter?"

"Yes, because if it's his, then maybe it was for someone else, and she's not..."

Before he finishes his jittery-breathed sentence, I cut in. "You'd rather he be cheating than she be—?"

"Yeah," he interrupts bluntly. Hearing how irrational that sounds, he brings his hands to cover his face and lets out a huge sigh. Once calmed down a bit, he drops his head again to look at me and continues. "I know teenagers do this, but Jayda's..."

"She's our teenager," I finish for him.

I give TJ a soft smile, going against his sunken eyes.

He shakes his head, muttering to himself, "Oh my God. What do we...like..."