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Georgie POV
Of course I was playing it cool!.
I watched Fenley leaning over the counter, her hair tied in a loose bun, casually ordering us cheeseburgers like we were just some regular couple on a road trip.
Like we didn't just turn a motel room into a personal sauna less than twenty minutes ago.
In the freaking motel!.
Selena knows my girlfriend is Veronica.
But here I am. With Fenley.
Again, in a motel! Where she saw me walking out with Fenley!.
Meanwhile, Veronica's probably back home helping Missy with homework or enduring another one of Sheldon's hour-long Star Trek rants.
Alright… we both have our secrets now. Maybe I have a bit more than her.
Sure, I was in a motel with Fenley—but does Selena know what I was doing there?
Probably not.
Maybe she just saw us walking out, maybe she didn't see anything at all.
And even if she did—what's so wrong about a motel stop on the way to Houston right?
Yeah. That's it. We were just there to…shower!.
Yes. A shower.
Why?
Because….George S. is coming to our label! Yeah, and of course you don't want to smell like some sweaty teenage boy when you meet a King of Country Music right?.
Exactly. That's logical.
"Georgie, what would you like to order?" Fenley asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. Her smile—softly dangerous—was aimed right at me.
"Uhh… I'll just have what you're having. What did you order again?"
Wow. Embarrassing.
You're living two lives, Georgie. You've been reincarnated for heaven's sake. You've got experience. Pull yourself together.
Besides… Selena is a married woman.
She's the one sneaking around, not me.
Yeah… she's the one in the wrong here.
"Georgie!" Fenley's voice cut through again. I blinked.
"I said, I ordered a cheeseburger and a diet coke. You okay with that? I don't know if you're on some kind of diet or something."
"No, uh, no diet. I'll take the same," I replied quickly, turning toward the cashier.
"Two cheeseburgers and two diet cokes, right?" the girl confirmed. Fenley nodded, then looked at me again.
"You sure everything's alright?" she asked while we waited.
"There is… something," I muttered, hesitating before I finally said it.
"You know Selena? Latina woman. Pastor Jeff's wife?"
Fenley squinted, thinking. "Hmm… yeah. What about her?"
"She… was there," I said, lifting an eyebrow slightly for emphasis. "...and our eyes met."
Fenley frowned, then shrugged like it meant nothing. "So?"
She grabbed the tray and headed toward an empty table. Not like it was hard to find one—place was nearly empty.
"Just say you needed a shower before meeting George S., and I tagged along, because i am the one who drive you, remember?" She sat down like it was no big deal.
"...That's what I thought too," I said with a small laugh, relieved she was thinking the same thing.
For a moment, it actually felt good. Like I wasn't totally spiraling.
Fenley just shrugged again and started eating her burger, completely unbothered.
"…Have you done this before?" I asked, squinting at her.
"No." She smiled, wiping her lips. "But it's kinda exciting."
Then she grinned wider, showing her teeth—now stained slightly with ketchup.
I laughed and reached across the table to wipe her cheek with a napkin.
"Honestly, you've already got an escape plan figured out. And I'm still trying to calm my brain down—from the motel to this FastFood Restaurant."
I bit into my burger, chewing with mild irritation.
Yeah. Irritated.
Here I am—someone who's already lived a whole other life, filled with more bizarre twists and grown-up messes than most people could dream of, and yet, in this life, I'm out here acting like some dumb teenager who just got caught sneaking a cigarette behind the garage.
"Why was she even there?" Fenley asked, narrowing her eyes at me, clearly confused.
I didn't answer right away. Just gave her a slow, knowing smirk.
"Oh..." she said, realization dawning across her face. "Do you know the guy?"
"I don't really know," I replied casually. "But one thing's for sure—that man was not Pastor Jeff."
Fenley raised an eyebrow, suspicious now.
"…You already know her secret. So why are you still so nervous about this?"
I pointed my burger at her, half-serious, half-snarky.
"For blackmail material," I said, taking another bite. "Just in case. I don't want her acting all high and mighty around me. It's a backup plan—Plan B or whatever you name it."
Fenley stared at me, serious now. She set down her burger and took a long sip of her Diet Coke.
Then, deadpan:
"…You just want a threesome, don't you?"
"Pfft....wh-what are you talking about?" I stared at her, completely flabbergasted. "If-...if I wanted to sleep with her, I could just ask her, you know! God, Fenley! How could you even think like that?! Come on!"
I stood up like a drama queen mid-breakdown, stuffing the rest of my burger in my mouth while chewing aggressively.
"Lwets Gho!" I mumbled through a full mouth, grabbing my Diet Coke and storming out of there without even looking back.
…Come on. It's a man's dream, right?
No. No.
I wasn't thinking about that. I swear.
This isn't about sex. This is about control. About leverage.
I just didn't want Selena getting the upper hand with this little secret of ours.
I've lived two damn lives—I refuse to be some dumb guy intimidated by a woman holding my secret over my head.
She knows my secret.
And now, I know hers.
That's it. No poking. No power plays. We walk away and move on.
But if one of us insists on poking the secret, then fine—let's burn together in it.
But Fenley? She doesn't get that. Maybe no one would.
Only someone who's been through it could understand.
Behind me, I heard Fenley's footsteps catching up, followed by her giggle—light, teasing, totally unbothered.
"You were so cute back there," she said, breezing past me toward the car. "Didn't know you were into threesomes."
Her voice wasn't even quiet. Loud enough to turn heads—including the couple nearby who glanced at us with obvious judgment.
Alright.
My body's big enough—probably looks like I'm 18 or 19 at least.
With a baby face, maybe. But hey, some people in their 30s still look like they're in their 20s, right?
Still.
I ran up, scooped her up effortlessly, and tossed her over my shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up, woman!" I barked, half-laughing, half-mortified.
Slap!
I gave her a quick smack on the bottom, pure instinct, and her laughter rang through the parking lot like fireworks.
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3rd POV
Mary walked into the house with a heavy sigh.
"I'm home..." she called out, not quite sure why the sigh came out so deep.
Was it the workload? Or the emotional weight of listening to Pastor Jeff's personal crisis?
She didn't know for sure—what she did know was that she wasn't too worried about the twins.
She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and took a slow sip before heading toward the living room.
"What are you guys up to?" she asked, rounding the corner and spotting Sheldon and Veronica on the couch, Star Trek playing on the TV.
"Hello, Mom," Sheldon greeted her flatly, holding up his hand with a finger wrapped in a small bandage.
"How does this look, Mom?" he asked, but there was a strange pride in his voice, like he'd just returned from battle.
Man is only shaped by scars, or something like that.
Sheldon was clearly proud of himself for extracting the splinter—with Veronica's help, of course.
"Very manly of you, Shelly," Mary said with a small smile, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Veronica giggled and gave Sheldon a teasing look.
"He is. He didn't even cry when I pulled the splinter out."
It was pure sarcasm—but Sheldon, oblivious to her tone, simply smiled with even more pride.
"Where's your sister?" Mary asked, glancing between the two of them.
"She's playing with Bobby Sparks," Sheldon replied, eyes still fixed on the screen. "I don't like dirt, so I stayed here to watch Star Trek with Veronica."
He pointed to the screen excitedly.
"You see that? Spock just said, 'Logic is the beginning of wisdom… not the end.' And then Captain Kirk told him, 'Sometimes, being human is the bravest thing you can be.'"
Sheldon's voice was calm, but his eyes sparkled with quiet admiration.
"That's important," he added. "Because Spock struggles with his human side. But Captain Kirk always makes him feel like it's not a weakness. Like it matters."
Veronica nodded slowly, watching the scene unfold.
"I like Captain Kirk more. He's handsome."
Mary left them with a small shake of her head and walked off to put down her purse, already slipping into dinner mode.
"Let me help, Mom," Veronica said, appearing by her side.
"It's better than listening to Sheldon ramble about Star Trek." She giggled, and Mary scoffed with a smile.
"That boy has loved Mr. Spock since he first learned how to read," Mary replied, accepting Veronica's presence beside her with ease.
The two of them chuckled together and began gossiping as they worked in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the Cooper family.
Veronica also mentioned that Georgie would be in Houston for a few days, saying he had some gigs and music calls lined up.
Mary nodded, not too concerned—honestly, that boy had grown up fast. And besides, Fenley was with him. She'd keep him in check.
Their conversation drifted naturally, and before long, Mary found herself opening up about Pastor Jeff and his little breakdown. It wasn't planned—but talking with Veronica felt easy, like chatting with a close friend.
There was something comforting about having her in the house.
Like having an older daughter—someone who understood the family's rhythm and actually helped carry the weight.
They talked and cooked until dinner was ready, the smell of warm food filling the house.
George Sr. walked in just in time, tired from work, and was greeted by both women.
"You should shower first and get ready for dinner," Mary told him gently.
He grunted something in response and disappeared toward the bathroom.
Then—
"You two look like mother and daughter," Missy said from behind them, wearing an awkward expression.
"We do?" Mary raised an eyebrow at Veronica, making her immediately flustered and unsure what to say.
"Yes," Missy replied simply, walking past them with a shrug.
"I hope dinner's ready. I'm starving!" she added—like a little brat completely unaware of the effort that went into making the food.
Veronica just laughed, while Mary pouted slightly at Missy's comment.
"That girl needs a chore," Mary muttered under her breath, grabbing a stack of plates as Veronica helped her set the table.
By the time dinner was ready, the whole Cooper family—plus Connie, who had just arrived—were seated at the table.
Honestly, it was just another evening in the Cooper household. Dinner served, family gathered, warmth in the air.
Each person brought a different kind of energy to the table. But for the moment, it was calm.
Of course… until someone decided to unlock the door to chaos.
A calm before the Storm.
"Sheldon likes someone." Veronica said suddenly, cutting through the peaceful dinner with a single sentence.
Mary and George Sr. froze mid-bite. Connie's eyes lit up, a smirk already forming. One of her grandkids was growing up—no way she was going to miss this.
Missy frowned. "Do I know this girl?" she asked, glancing toward Veronica.
"Probably not. She's a bookworm too," Veronica said with a grin, raising her brows at Sheldon.
"No, I do not like someone. That's not true," Sheldon shot back, his voice sharp and defensive, frowning hard.
"He asked her to eat lunch with us today," Veronica continued, ignoring him, clearly enjoying herself.
"Sheldon Lee Cooper—you dog!" Connie laughed, absolutely delighted.
George Sr. leaned in with interest. "What's she look like?"
"She's a woman," Sheldon replied flatly, clearly unamused.
Mary shot George Sr. a warning glare. She wasn't thrilled either. Her baby liking some girl? At nine years old?
Absolutely not.
"What grade is she in?" Mary asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Eleventh," Sheldon muttered.
"Hehehe," Connie chuckled. "So, George—gonna have The Talk with him now?"
"Don't worry, I already did," Missy cut in with her best grown-up voice.
The table groaned collectively. Of course.
Sheldon had explained to everyone that he already understood coitus.
Which, yes, had led to them all being punished by Mary.
Veronica burst out laughing.
She started recounting the library incident from earlier—and of course, it all traced back to one person.
"Georgie…." Mary muttered with a sigh. Of course it was Georgie. Always Georgie.
"'Rizz,' huh?" Connie said, amused.
Missy nodded enthusiastically liking a new word her brother invented.
"In my day, we called it 'moves'," George Sr. said, then winked at Mary.
"..."
Mary just stared at Sheldon, exhaled deeply, and made a mental note to have words with her oldest son very soon.
"Oh, and one more thing," Veronica said suddenly.
Everyone turned to her, curious.
"She's Black."
"......."
'Why did you say it like we're a racist family?!'
None of them said it out loud—of course not.
But Connie, Mary, and George Sr. all looked at Veronica at the same time, like what the hell was that supposed to mean?
Veronica just grinned back at them with a playful shrug and the most obvious 'gotcha' expression in her eyes.