giveittoyoursister | 29 Chimera Court, Saturday Morning

Vi grinned and slid her knee between Steph's legs, pressing her thigh against her. "I've got a few ideas about that."

None of which involved ambushing the delivery person enroute to the apartment. Girls.

Steph laughed and ran her hand down Vi's spine, bringing her in for a long, lazy kiss. Several minutes later she pulled away long enough to drawl, "Can't wait to pick your brain about those."

Look, the delivery said it was going to take another half hour or so, most of which was because the person who'd been supposed to make the delivery traveled through the streets like a normal person.

However.

The bag full of baked goods was not in the possession of said delivery person any more, but clutched in the hands of an excitable child trying to outrun her sort-of half-sister for the honor of showing up first with breakfast.

As Steph and Vi would be finding out shortly. Shame they hadn't ordered a bucket of ice water to go with it.

Vi laughed and ducked her head to start sucking a fresh Hickey on Steph's neck. "Good thing we've got plenty of time."

Her sort of half-sister who'd inherited her sense of competitiveness from one mother and a disregard for the dangers of high speed travel through steep and twisting city streets from the other.

So, basically, no, they didn't have any time.

As the breathless giggling and loud banging on the front door would inform them... oh, right about now.

"BREAKFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!" bellowed Amber, banging a rousing wakeup call on the door with the one fist not holding onto the bag. "Open up, Mom!"

Cerise would never be as chaotic as Amber, instead she was just going to start picking the lock.

Luckily she still hadn't quite got the hang of it.

Steph had been in the process of whimpering and wrapping her legs around Vi's waist when the banging at the door started, and when she heard 'Mom' she froze and stared at Vi.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Er. Pun not intended.

Vi groaned, not in the way she usually did when they were in this position, and pressed her face against Steph's neck. "Maybe if we're quiet they'll think we're not here?"

She loved the girls when they visited, she just didn't want to love them right now.

"They're probably being gross right now," Amber stage-whispered very loudly to Cerise, banging on the door again. "Mom! Mom! We brought you food!"

She'd yell for them to open the door, but she was trying to let Cerise have her moment here. Trying.

Steph sighed. "I think maybe they know us too well for that."

Cerise frowned at the lock as if that would make it unlock faster, her mom made it look so easy (her mom was very careful not to mention how she didn't pick locks when she was Cerise's age).

Vi groaned again, when lifted her head as a thought struck her. "...wait, where did they get food?"

"Um," Steph said, reluctantly starting to wriggle out from under Vi in the interest of finding clothes for both of them. "I'm afraid to ask."

"Hurry up before the stuff gets stale," Amber whispered through her teeth to Cerise. "Maybe we can swipe a key from one of them and make a copy for next time."

Vi just as reluctantly rolled off of Steph and sat up. "I know Cereise won't have any money. From here at least," she said, deeply unaware of the irony of that statement. "And how I would've gotten it in that case."

"I'm going as fast as I can," Cerise whispered back, which thankfully for what little remained of Steph and Vi's dignity wasn't much. "They'd probably give us one if we asked."

Steph made a face and grabbed clothes and underwear for both of them out of the clean laundry basket, tossing Vi's to her. "Be right there, okay?" she yelled.

Amber snorted. "Yep. Definitely being gross."

"Are they always this gross for you?" Cerise asked, finally hearing the lock click just as Vi wriggled into her clothes. "There we go."

"Kinda?" Amber said, making a face. "Mostly. Maybe not quite as much 'cause they're old and tired."

Inside, Steph was scurrying around retrieving all of yesterday's clothes from the various places they'd ended up just in time to drop all of it when Amber barreled through the door to tacklehug her.

"HI MOM WE BROUGHT YOUR BREAKFAST."

"You don't work for the delivery people," Steph said immediately, because she hadn't had caffeine yet.

Cerise had her own, very firm, opinions on just how gross her own mothers were, but she kept that to herself in favour of hugging Vi, who'd come over to join Steph.

"How many people do we need to apologise to," Vi asked, ruffling Cerise's hair.

"Um, just the one?" Amber offered, wrapping one arm around Vi and the other around Steph before she remembered she was still holding the bag of baked goods and just shoved that into Steph's hands instead. "I told him we were just saving him the trip since we were going that way anyway!"

She knew perfectly well that Steph had put a good-sized tip on the card ahead of time.

"Okay, and maybe I knocked somebody else over on the way but we were excited."

Amber was just going to take the liberty of speaking for Cerise there, oops.

Vi kissed the top of Cerise's head to keep from laughing as she reached out to ruffle Amber's hair as well.

"I made sure they weren't hurt," Cerise volunteered. "It's why she beat me here." Just so they were all clear on that.

Steph had pulled her phone out to send a frantic apology text to the delivery person, although she looked more amused than mortified.

"More like she's got way longer legs than me now, that's why," Amber grumbled good-naturedly, making a token attempt to fend off the hair-ruffling. "Mom, stop, that's embarrassing."

"Who's going to see?" Steph asked. "Your weird family?"

"Exaaaaaaaaaaactly!"

Sorry, Amber but Cerise was always going to have longer legs than you, thanks to Caitlyn's ridiculous genes.

Keeping one arm slung around Cerise's shoulders, Vi turned her full attention on Amber. "I'm sorry, what's embarrassing exactly? This?"

Amber suspected as much. Didn't mean she had to like it though.

"Moooooooooom," Amber protested over Steph's snickers. "Don't be weird!"

"Too late, kiddo," Steph informed her. "Way too late for that."

"I mean, where do you think you got it from?" Cerise asked, laughing too hard to notice Vi sizing her up as well.

"Yeah, you come by it honestly, kid." Steph retreated to the kitchen to set the bag down before it had some kind of mishap, grinning at the sight of Vi with the girls. "Oh god, has older me turned into a normal person?"

"No!" Amber blurted out between snickers. "No way. It's just that I'm not a little kid any more."

"Tsk. Embrace the weird, my child," Steph said. "Or I'm gonna have to have a talk with other me."

By now, Vi had both girls in (loving) headlocks and was wrestling them over to the couch. "I only get to see you once a year," she told them. "I'm gonna take full advantage of it."

Cerise made a not-overly serious attempt to break free and wondered (not for the first time if she was being honest) if this was Mom had been like with their aunt before...everything.

The way Steph's stomach did flips at watching Vi with the girls was still a little bit uneasy. Nice, but not necessarily the most comfortable; she always loved seeing this side of Vi, but the parenthood thing never did sit entirely comfortably with her.

"Is this..." Amber had both hands wrapped around Vi's forearm, not that she was making any actual effort to escape. "Did you get a new couch?"

Steph cleared her throat. "Yeah, the old one broke," she said as if it had just spontaneously happened and was not a direct result of her and Vi's actions.

Vi would never actually say this to either girl, but no small part of the reason she wasn't freaking out was that she considered them very pleasant impossibilities.

"Yeah, it just gave up the ghost," she said as she pulled the girls down onto the couch with her. They certainly hadn't been doing anything on it at the time.

Cerise's very sceptical silence said volumes.

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