XXXVII

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-Your turn., said Olivia after a little while.

-Oh no babe, you don't have to. I told, I don't expect anything in return, so pl-, started Emily.

-Shut up and switch places with me., chuckled the older girl.

-Okay, okay. You can be bossy sometimes., smiled Emily.

The two girls moved around, switching places. Emily was know sitting in front of Olivia, her back facing the brunette. Olivia moved her hands to the younger girl's stomach and blushed as she felt her toned stomach. 

-I thought you said no horny time?, chuckled Emily knowing her girlfriend too well.

-Shut up. I meant it. I just wanted to pull you closer but I uhm, I kinda forgot about...that., admitted Olivia.

-I know, I was just teasing you., smiled the younger girl.

-I noticed yes, now let me take care of you., replied the other brunette.

Emily chuckled and nodded, so Olivia placed her hand on her girlfriend's shoulders, gently squeezing them and started massaging her. The younger brunette smiled.

-Babe, can I just lay back against you and relax a little? I just want to be close to you., admitted Emily.

-Yes, of course., smiled Olivia taking her hands back, leaning her own back against the tub's wall as Emily leaned back against her.

The older brunette wrapped her arms around her girlfriend as Emily put her head on Olivia's chest and looked up at her girlfriend, feeling her bare skin against her. 

-This feels so right., smiled the younger girl.

-Yeah, it really does., replied Olivia kissing her cheek.

!RING! 

Emily startled.

-What the-, started Olivia.

-I swear to god, if it's Anne, Tyler or the police, I will lose it., said the younger girl.

!RING! 

-Emily! Open up! We lost our keys!, yelled a woman.

-Mom? What the fuck? Shit. Okay, uhm, you get dressed. I'll put my towel on and I'll go open the door., said Emily getting up and grabbing her towel, quickly leaning down to kiss her girlfriend and then disappears through the door frame.

Olivia got up and dried herself, starting to put her clothes on. Emily ran downstairs and grabbed the keys, unlocking the door and opening it.

-Emily!, smiled the mother.

-Hey mom. It's good to see you again., replied the brunette.

-Come here and hug your mother., chuckled Vanessa opening her arms.

-Uhm, can I get dressed first? I was taking a shower., admitted Emily standing there in her towel.

-Oh, yes, okay. Now, where's your girlfriend? I wanna hug her., chuckled the mother.

-I'm here!, said Olivia walking down the stairs, Emily's hoodie on and some comfy pants.

-Olivia! Hello darling. Come here., said Vanessa opening her arms for Olivia.

The older brunette chuckled and walked up to the mother who immediately hugged her tightly.

-I'm gonna get dressed. Please don't overwhelm her with questions while I'm gone, mom., sighed Emily walking up the stairs and disappearing.

Vanessa pulled away from the hug and smiled.

-Where's Mr. Quinn?, frowned Olivia.

-I told you to call me Teddy., said a man at the door frame with many suitcases.

-Oh, right. Hey, Teddy., replied the younger girl looking at the man with a smile.

-Could you give me a hand? My wife thinks that I made of steel and can carry 6 suitcases on my own., chuckled the father.

-Yes, of course. But why so many suitcases., smiled Olivia walking up to him and helping him with the suitcases.

-I don't know, ask my wife., laughed Teddy.

-Well, one for makeup, one for clothes, one for shoes, one for fancy clothes, one for books and toys, and one for Teddy., smiled the mother.

-Honey!, groaned the father.

-What?, smiled the woman confused.

-Toys? Really? She doesn't need to hear that., replied Teddy, while Olivia awkwardly helped him take all the suitcases inside the house.

Emily heard that last part and walked downstairs, still putting her hoodie on. She walked up to her girlfriend and helped her with the suitcases.

-Not even a hello?, said the father.

-Well, I would say hello and hug you, but mom is being weird and embarrassing and you're treating my girlfriend like some kind of gatekeeper or whatever., replied Emily putting the suitcases down.

-I'm not being weird., said the mom.

-No one wants to know about your toys, mom., replied the brunette as she walked up to her and hugged her.

-She's not wrong honey., added the father.

Emily pulled away from the hug and walked to her father, hugging him.

-Welcome back dad., chuckled the brunette.

-Thank Emmy., smiled the father.

The younger brunette walked back to her girlfriend who just stood there awkwardly. She walked behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist, whispering in her ear.

-Calm down. It's just my parents. You know how they are., chuckled the brunette.

Olivia replied with a nod and melted into Emily's embrace.

-Okay, so, tell us everything., said the mother.

-Mhm, I would, but first you better go empty the suitcases. I'll start making dinner and we'll talk then, okay?, chuckled Emily as her mother pouted.

-Oooh, I see that our daughter has gotten strict., joked the dad.

-No, worse, she has become like you., replied the mother grabbing one suitcase and walking to her bedroom which was on the ground floor.

-I'll help you with the suitcases dad. I don't want mom jumping on my girlfriend with her weird conversations again., said Emily letting go of Olivia and kissing her cheek before walking up to her dad and somehow grabbing three suitcases. 

Her father grabbed the two last ones and smiled at Olivia before walking after Emily. Emily closed the door of their bathroom and looked at her mom.

-Mom, calm down with the questions, okay? She's still vulnerable and sensitive. Her father woke up today and her mom is in jail. It's a lot to process for her. So please, back off. She'll talk when she's ready., said Emily.

-Okay honey. I am sorry if I made her feel uncomfortable. I am just c-, started the mom.

-Curious. I know. But hold back, okay? She's my girlfriend, not a person to interview. Now, empty your suitcases, do what you gotta do and I'll start making dinner., replied Emily.

-No need. We'll order something. Let Olivia decide., smiled the father.

Emily nodded and left the room.


¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨A/N: fun fact, I first got the idea to write this story through a song. The song is highly underrated. It's called: Used to this by Camilla Cabello. That song is like a painting. She's painting a picture in our head. But, everyone has a different painting, because everyone imagines it differently and interprets it in their own way. 

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