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A shrill whiney sound shook Evelyn from the light doze she had fell into after Brendon had gone to bed. She pressed her lips together, the sleepy, agitated part of her wanting to ignore her phone ringing. The curious side wanted to answer it to see who it was - so she could tell them to ring at a more appropriate time!
As she sat up, clicked on the lamp and reached for her phone, there was a single knock on her door before it swung open.
“Please don’t answer that,” he said urgently. “I just told the boys about the baby and it could be one of them.”
“So…?” Evelyn held the phone in her hand now. She glanced down. “It’s Ryan.” She perked a brow at him.
“Give it to me,” he said walking to the side of the bed and holding out his hand. In his other hand he held his own phone.
“No.”
“Yes!”
“This is stupid, I can handle a phone call!”
“Ev - please?” He reached his hand out a little more.
“Argh! Fine, have it. Overbearing male.” She slapped the phone into his hand just as it stopped ringing.
Evelyn let out a low groan. “See? All that trouble for nothing.”
“He’ll ring back.” Brendon tossed her phone back to her, then sat on the edge of the bed. Evelyn swung her legs out of bed to sit next to next to him.
“And do what? What’s the worst he can do from there? I’ll tell you what, he’ll rant and rave, tell me I’m a whore - big deal.”
“Only you’re not a whore. I don‘t want them cussing you out, Ev.”
“Aww.” Evelyn said sarcastically as she pouted dramatically. “I can handle it, I’m a big girl.”
As if on cue, the phone rang again. They both looked down at it.
It was Ryan again. Evelyn snatched it up quickly, raising it to her ear as she pressed the button.
“Hello?”
“Well, well, well… if it isn't...you.” Ryan drawled through the phone. She could hear voices in the background - light, cajoling voices. Nothing like the anger Ryan was projecting her way right now.
“Well you did ring my number…at a ridiculous hour of the night…” Evelyn pointed out, hitting the loudspeaker button so Brendon could hear.
“Yeah and for good reason.”
“..Which would be…?”
“I know its not Brendon’s baby. Why don’t you just tell him already so he doesn’t have to tie himself to you.”
“Ryan - she gave me heaps of chances to run. I couldn’t do it. I know its my baby, I believe her.”
“You should still run!”
“What the hell - Ryan, listen to yourself!” Brendon shook his head, peeking over at Evelyn.
“Well I’m sorry if I don’t want some little Aussie whore ruining everything we’ve all worked hard for.”
“Ryan I wouldn’t do that, really I wouldn’t. If I could have gotten away with not telling him at all, I would have. I just couldn’t lie to him - to you guys - like that. He deserved to at least know and make the choice for himself.” Evelyn replied, her voice breaking. Maybe she should have let Brendon handle this after all.
From somewhere behind Ryan, someone yelled “Get the phone!” There were a few swear words and a lot of shuffling sounds.
“Shit, you guys - he’s really worked up!” Spencer let out a low grunt, followed by the slam of a door.
“So we’ve noticed,” Brendon said dryly. He glanced over at Evelyn who had a single tear streaking down her face. She rubbed it away quickly.
“Just so you know, I’m not mad at you, either of you. Neither is Jon. In fact, I shit you not, he goes to me ‘I didn’t think he had it in him’.”
Brendon and Evelyn burst out laughing.
"Hang on a sec, you guys.“ Spencer said quickly, preoccupied with someone else in the room for a moment.
“So how goes everything, anyway?” Spencer asked conversationally. The voice in the background had died down.
“Yeah, good. You should see the beer gut Evelyn’s carrying around now,” Brendon teased. Evelyn punched him in the arm playfully. Spencer cracked up laughing.
“Hey!”
“Asshole,” Evelyn hissed. She swung her legs back onto the bed, curling up under the blankets again. She listened to Brendon and Spencer talking, and then Brendon and Jon talking. She let their smooth voices with their distinctive accents lull her back to sleep.
*
Evelyn woke to the usual urgent sensations pooling in her bladder. With a sigh, she flipped back the covers and half-rolled herself out of bed to race down the hall to the toilet. Halfway down the hall, Brendon’s door opened, and they would have collided in the hall had Evelyn not called out:
“Can’t talk - really gotta pee!”
“Err.. Right.” his eyes followed her up the hall. She reached the room she sought and fairly slammed the door in her haste.
Still standing in the hall outside his room, he called out cheekily, “Feel better now?”
“Yes, actually!” came the honest reply. The toilet flushed, the faucet whooshed, then a few moments later, Evelyn appeared in the hallway wearing the oversized Panic at the Disco shirt she wore to bed.
“Can I make a rule?” Brendon asked suddenly as they walked side by side down the hall towards the stairs.
“Mmmm? What’s that?” Evelyn glanced over at him.
“No band shirts.” He pointed to her black shirt with purple the text. She looked down at it, grabbing the hem and pulling it towards her knees.
“Ha! No way!” Evelyn gave him a playful shove as they made their way downstairs. “I happen to love this shirt.”
“You’re kidding, right? That shirt sucks.”
They stood now face to face at the foot of the stairs. Against her better judgement, she heard herself speak her mind.
“Would you have me take it off, Brendon?” She teased.
“As in getting changed?”
“As in right here, right now.” Her words were slow and deliberate. His breath came in quick and hard, a glimmer appearing in his eyes.
“You can’t keep doing this, Ev. It’s cruel,” he protested, taking a few steps back.
“The shirt stays?”
“I guess so!” He turned and sauntered off to sit on the couch. Evelyn smiled to herself as she walked off into the kitchen.
*
Lying on her side on the thick carpet with a cushion under her shoulder, Evelyn watched as Brendon fiddled around with his laptop.
Earlier this morning, he had deemed Australian TV to be unfit for viewing on a Monday morning, and had turned to his laptop for their entertainment, pointedly steering clear of messengers.
He had showered, and boy.. he smelled good. His hair was finger-combed and left where it fell as it dried. He wore a grey V-neck and jeans and his feet were bare. His legs were curled up so he sat cross-legged.
Evelyn had showered as well - separately, of course - and now wore a denim skirt and a blue growing-more-snug-by-the-day singlet top. Her hair flowed down her arm and onto the carpet, still slightly damp.
“I should go get mine,” she remarked contemplatively, but not fully convinced she wanted to move.
“Sorry, am I boring you?” Brendon looked down at her.
“You’re not here to entertain me,” she said with a smile. He smiled back.
“I know.”
They stared at each other for an indefinite amount of time. Evelyn was acutely aware of the pulse quickening in her throat, of the way Brendon’s lips softened and his eyes darkened. Brendon’s eyes dropped to her lips and his head slowly stooped lower to hers as his arms moved forward to brace himself.
The kiss, much expected and longed for, was searing hot and dizzyingly sweet. The laptop was forgotten and fell softly to the floor as Brendon shifted to lie beside her on the floor. His hand cupped the back of her head delicately as he deepened the kiss.
Evelyn’s hands roamed his back and buttocks as best she could from her awkward angle. She wriggled to get her body closer to his, and he grabbed her waist to hold her close as his kiss moved down her neck. She let out a low moan as she grabbed the back of his neck to hold his lips closer.
His hands ascended from her waist up to the side of her breast, pushing her shirt up in the single stroke. With his lips finding hers again, he moved his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra. The material fell away and with a fluid motion, Evelyn yanked it out from under her shirt. She rolled onto her back, pushing the pillow away with one arm as the other reached out to grasp Brendon’s shoulder.
He came willingly, eagerly moving his body to lie over hers. When the rising swell of her tummy pressed against his, he recoiled as though burned.
“What?” Evelyn gasped, her voice breathy as she raised herself on her elbows.
“I nearly squished it!” he exclaimed. His eyes went from her round tummy, to her breasts to finally rest on her face. Her eyes glimmered with longing. For him. A shiver went down his spine and pooled somewhere below the waist.
“Not even close,” she whispered, sitting up and reaching out to pull him to her again. He resisted, pulling his arm out of her grasp.
“Seriously, Ev, it freaks me out.” He sat back on his haunches, raking his fingers through his hair. Evelyn pulled herself up so she sat in front of him. She gazed thoughtfully at him. She was not going to let this go.
“Wait. I have an idea.” She awkwardly rose to her feet, grabbing his hand. She guided him over to a dining chair despite his protests and pushed him into it. She sat on his lap facing him.
“Better?” she whispered against his lips, sliding her hands over his shoulders.
“Much,” he whispered back, running his hands up her sides sensuously, taking the shirt off in one motion. He gazed openly at her swollen breasts then back up at her face.
“I swear they’re bigger,” he muttered, cupping them in his hands. Evelyn smiled, her hands moving down his body.
“Enough talk now.”
As she sat up, clicked on the lamp and reached for her phone, there was a single knock on her door before it swung open.
“Please don’t answer that,” he said urgently. “I just told the boys about the baby and it could be one of them.”
“So…?” Evelyn held the phone in her hand now. She glanced down. “It’s Ryan.” She perked a brow at him.
“Give it to me,” he said walking to the side of the bed and holding out his hand. In his other hand he held his own phone.
“No.”
“Yes!”
“This is stupid, I can handle a phone call!”
“Ev - please?” He reached his hand out a little more.
“Argh! Fine, have it. Overbearing male.” She slapped the phone into his hand just as it stopped ringing.
Evelyn let out a low groan. “See? All that trouble for nothing.”
“He’ll ring back.” Brendon tossed her phone back to her, then sat on the edge of the bed. Evelyn swung her legs out of bed to sit next to next to him.
“And do what? What’s the worst he can do from there? I’ll tell you what, he’ll rant and rave, tell me I’m a whore - big deal.”
“Only you’re not a whore. I don‘t want them cussing you out, Ev.”
“Aww.” Evelyn said sarcastically as she pouted dramatically. “I can handle it, I’m a big girl.”
As if on cue, the phone rang again. They both looked down at it.
It was Ryan again. Evelyn snatched it up quickly, raising it to her ear as she pressed the button.
“Hello?”
“Well, well, well… if it isn't...you.” Ryan drawled through the phone. She could hear voices in the background - light, cajoling voices. Nothing like the anger Ryan was projecting her way right now.
“Well you did ring my number…at a ridiculous hour of the night…” Evelyn pointed out, hitting the loudspeaker button so Brendon could hear.
“Yeah and for good reason.”
“..Which would be…?”
“I know its not Brendon’s baby. Why don’t you just tell him already so he doesn’t have to tie himself to you.”
“Ryan - she gave me heaps of chances to run. I couldn’t do it. I know its my baby, I believe her.”
“You should still run!”
“What the hell - Ryan, listen to yourself!” Brendon shook his head, peeking over at Evelyn.
“Well I’m sorry if I don’t want some little Aussie whore ruining everything we’ve all worked hard for.”
“Ryan I wouldn’t do that, really I wouldn’t. If I could have gotten away with not telling him at all, I would have. I just couldn’t lie to him - to you guys - like that. He deserved to at least know and make the choice for himself.” Evelyn replied, her voice breaking. Maybe she should have let Brendon handle this after all.
From somewhere behind Ryan, someone yelled “Get the phone!” There were a few swear words and a lot of shuffling sounds.
“Shit, you guys - he’s really worked up!” Spencer let out a low grunt, followed by the slam of a door.
“So we’ve noticed,” Brendon said dryly. He glanced over at Evelyn who had a single tear streaking down her face. She rubbed it away quickly.
“Just so you know, I’m not mad at you, either of you. Neither is Jon. In fact, I shit you not, he goes to me ‘I didn’t think he had it in him’.”
Brendon and Evelyn burst out laughing.
"Hang on a sec, you guys.“ Spencer said quickly, preoccupied with someone else in the room for a moment.
“So how goes everything, anyway?” Spencer asked conversationally. The voice in the background had died down.
“Yeah, good. You should see the beer gut Evelyn’s carrying around now,” Brendon teased. Evelyn punched him in the arm playfully. Spencer cracked up laughing.
“Hey!”
“Asshole,” Evelyn hissed. She swung her legs back onto the bed, curling up under the blankets again. She listened to Brendon and Spencer talking, and then Brendon and Jon talking. She let their smooth voices with their distinctive accents lull her back to sleep.
*
Evelyn woke to the usual urgent sensations pooling in her bladder. With a sigh, she flipped back the covers and half-rolled herself out of bed to race down the hall to the toilet. Halfway down the hall, Brendon’s door opened, and they would have collided in the hall had Evelyn not called out:
“Can’t talk - really gotta pee!”
“Err.. Right.” his eyes followed her up the hall. She reached the room she sought and fairly slammed the door in her haste.
Still standing in the hall outside his room, he called out cheekily, “Feel better now?”
“Yes, actually!” came the honest reply. The toilet flushed, the faucet whooshed, then a few moments later, Evelyn appeared in the hallway wearing the oversized Panic at the Disco shirt she wore to bed.
“Can I make a rule?” Brendon asked suddenly as they walked side by side down the hall towards the stairs.
“Mmmm? What’s that?” Evelyn glanced over at him.
“No band shirts.” He pointed to her black shirt with purple the text. She looked down at it, grabbing the hem and pulling it towards her knees.
“Ha! No way!” Evelyn gave him a playful shove as they made their way downstairs. “I happen to love this shirt.”
“You’re kidding, right? That shirt sucks.”
They stood now face to face at the foot of the stairs. Against her better judgement, she heard herself speak her mind.
“Would you have me take it off, Brendon?” She teased.
“As in getting changed?”
“As in right here, right now.” Her words were slow and deliberate. His breath came in quick and hard, a glimmer appearing in his eyes.
“You can’t keep doing this, Ev. It’s cruel,” he protested, taking a few steps back.
“The shirt stays?”
“I guess so!” He turned and sauntered off to sit on the couch. Evelyn smiled to herself as she walked off into the kitchen.
*
Lying on her side on the thick carpet with a cushion under her shoulder, Evelyn watched as Brendon fiddled around with his laptop.
Earlier this morning, he had deemed Australian TV to be unfit for viewing on a Monday morning, and had turned to his laptop for their entertainment, pointedly steering clear of messengers.
He had showered, and boy.. he smelled good. His hair was finger-combed and left where it fell as it dried. He wore a grey V-neck and jeans and his feet were bare. His legs were curled up so he sat cross-legged.
Evelyn had showered as well - separately, of course - and now wore a denim skirt and a blue growing-more-snug-by-the-day singlet top. Her hair flowed down her arm and onto the carpet, still slightly damp.
“I should go get mine,” she remarked contemplatively, but not fully convinced she wanted to move.
“Sorry, am I boring you?” Brendon looked down at her.
“You’re not here to entertain me,” she said with a smile. He smiled back.
“I know.”
They stared at each other for an indefinite amount of time. Evelyn was acutely aware of the pulse quickening in her throat, of the way Brendon’s lips softened and his eyes darkened. Brendon’s eyes dropped to her lips and his head slowly stooped lower to hers as his arms moved forward to brace himself.
The kiss, much expected and longed for, was searing hot and dizzyingly sweet. The laptop was forgotten and fell softly to the floor as Brendon shifted to lie beside her on the floor. His hand cupped the back of her head delicately as he deepened the kiss.
Evelyn’s hands roamed his back and buttocks as best she could from her awkward angle. She wriggled to get her body closer to his, and he grabbed her waist to hold her close as his kiss moved down her neck. She let out a low moan as she grabbed the back of his neck to hold his lips closer.
His hands ascended from her waist up to the side of her breast, pushing her shirt up in the single stroke. With his lips finding hers again, he moved his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra. The material fell away and with a fluid motion, Evelyn yanked it out from under her shirt. She rolled onto her back, pushing the pillow away with one arm as the other reached out to grasp Brendon’s shoulder.
He came willingly, eagerly moving his body to lie over hers. When the rising swell of her tummy pressed against his, he recoiled as though burned.
“What?” Evelyn gasped, her voice breathy as she raised herself on her elbows.
“I nearly squished it!” he exclaimed. His eyes went from her round tummy, to her breasts to finally rest on her face. Her eyes glimmered with longing. For him. A shiver went down his spine and pooled somewhere below the waist.
“Not even close,” she whispered, sitting up and reaching out to pull him to her again. He resisted, pulling his arm out of her grasp.
“Seriously, Ev, it freaks me out.” He sat back on his haunches, raking his fingers through his hair. Evelyn pulled herself up so she sat in front of him. She gazed thoughtfully at him. She was not going to let this go.
“Wait. I have an idea.” She awkwardly rose to her feet, grabbing his hand. She guided him over to a dining chair despite his protests and pushed him into it. She sat on his lap facing him.
“Better?” she whispered against his lips, sliding her hands over his shoulders.
“Much,” he whispered back, running his hands up her sides sensuously, taking the shirt off in one motion. He gazed openly at her swollen breasts then back up at her face.
“I swear they’re bigger,” he muttered, cupping them in his hands. Evelyn smiled, her hands moving down his body.
“Enough talk now.”
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