Just a quick extension to last night's episode... Seemed awkward enough :)


Swing


"Jesus, you know if you keep lying like that, Brandon's going to have to change the play to Pinocchio, right?" Mariana pointed out matter-of-factly.

Jesus just stared at his sister, who had her arms crossed over her chest as if she didn't believe him for one second. "I swear, I'm not. They were all in the kitchen, touching each other. It was gross. I think moms are officially losing it, if they haven't already."

"Whatever," Mariana answered simply. "I don't have time for this," she replied before beginning to walk away in the direction of her bedroom.

"I swear. Ask them," Jesus suggested seriously.

"There's no way in hell I'm asking them that," she mumbled.

"Why not? You didn't have a problem asking mom if she was having an affair with Monte."

Mariana turned around to face her brother. "Well, that's because I was angry. You're just delusional."

"I'M NOT CRAZY!" Jesus blurted out.

Callie walked out of the bathroom as she towel dried her hair. "What's going on?"

Mariana pursed her lips and looked at Callie. "Jesus swears up and down that moms are swingers," the Latin girl claimed sarcastically.

Callie made a confused face before responding with a smile, "What?" She giggled slightly.

"They had Mrs. H and some other lady in the kitchen with them, tops off and everything. Mama even had her hands on her. I saw it with my own eyes. Explain that one."

"Jesus, gross," Mariana tried to get the false image out of her mind.

"They left the windows completely open too. And as soon as I walked in, they covered themselves up. Something was definitely going on."

"You're sick. You know that?" Mariana said for what felt like the thousandth time.

"Well, hold on Mariana," Callie stopped her. "Didn't Jesus practically walk in on Timothy when he was–" The teen didn't feel like finishing the sentence.

"You see!" Jesus yelled. "And they had the same faces they had that day too. That's when the weirdness all started. I'm telling you...They're swingers," Jesus finished.

Callie and Mariana both exchanged glances as they came to the very same conclusion.


"Did it help?" Lena asked her wife, who was also sitting up in their bed reading the emotional intelligence textbook for the class she was being forced to teach.

"You know... I think it did," Stef admitted honestly.

"You sound surprised? the brunette pointed out as she eyed her wife up and down.

"Well, that's because the whole thing seemed really weird to me."

"Definitely," Lena agreed about that.

"And intrusive," the blonde continued as she stared at her wife.

"That's how I felt too. But neither of them seemed to mind that much."

"Wonder why that is..." Stef mumbled.

"Aside from the weirdness of it all, it was informative to say the least. You know, Karen only had that surgery si–"

Lena paused the second they heard a soft knock on the door.

They both exchanged glances since they could already tell the difference between all of their children's knocks and they knew exactly who was at the door.

"This better not be another discussion about dying her hair blonde," Stef mumbled as she put her book faced-down on her lap.

Lena smiled before answering, "Come in!"

Within seconds, Mariana, Jesus and Callie were all walking further into their bedroom and the moms stared at them in confusion.

"Oh no," Stef finally muttered. "It's a stampede."

Lena smiled and shook her head. "Is everything alright, guys?"

"No," the Latin girl spoke for them "It's not..." Mariana looked at her siblings before turning back to face them. "Moms...can we ask you something?"

Stef and Lena eyed their children skeptically and immediately realized by the guilty look on Jesus' face what was going on.

"Jesus," Stef mumbled before looking back up at her daughters and letting out a deep sigh. He must've spilled. "Listen, I'm sorry that you girls had to find out this way. I honestly didn't want to say anything until we knew for sure."

Lena jumped into the conversation, "Mom just needs some time to decide without any of us influencing her decision. It's not a big deal."

Callie made a disgusted face. "You were going to tell us?" She asked in a surprised but yet horrified tone. "Why would you do that?"

Stef paused, "Well, I-uh... I thought you'd want to know..."

"Why would you think that?" Callie continued flatly.

"Well...just so there weren't any more surprises, I guess," the cop answered.

"There's more?" Mariana asked shockingly.

"We're not certain. We just want to make sure that we're all on the same page here," Lena admitted. "It's a big decision. But it's mom's to make."

"Fine," Mariana gave in. "But can you do it somewhere else. We don't want to have to see them. Or it. Whatever it is. It's not very appropriate."

Stef and Lena's expressions went flat when listening to how rude and inconsiderate their daughter was being all of a sudden.

"I have to agree," Callie pointed out. "I'm not judging but I really don't need to see them either."

"Excuse me?" Lena raised her voice as she questioned her daughter.

"You've done this to me twice. I think you know my stance on it."

Stef put her hand on Lena's arm to calm her down. "What are you talking about Jesus? What have we done to you twice?"

"Timothy, hello? Remember him?"

"Timothy?" Stef questioned, wondering exactly what he had to do with any of this.

"Look, if you two want to swing, aren't there clubs for that? Private clubs where your children aren't living in?" Mariana asked the two.

Lena and Stef's faces both went red at the sudden realization.

Stef immediately began giggling and was forced to hide her face in back of Lena's body from the embarrassment she was starting to feel.

And with that thought, Lena started giggling too.

"I'm glad you two think this is funny,"said Jesus mumbled seriously.

"What if they're high?" Callie whisper-asked so that only her siblings could hear. At this point, anything seemed possible.

"That's probably part of it," Mariana rationalized as she studied her parents.

Both women took a while to come to a complete stop.

"Jesus, we told you it was medical," Stef reminded him.

"Medical research?" He smart-mouthed. "What am I, five?"

Stef rolled her eyes. "Kids, mama just brought them here because she thought it'd be good for me to speak to them about what I want to do with my situation." She paused a pointed at her chest. "I was trying to decide whether or not to get implants or to stay the way I am, now. They were just here, helping me decide."

"By getting naked in the kitchen?" Callie asked sarcastically.

"And having mama feel her up?" Jesus asked.

"They were showing us what their... Bodies looked like. I needed to see and feel them in order to get a bigger perspective on it all."

All three just stared at Stef and Lena as if they were deciding whether or not to believe them.

"So..." Mariana began awkwardly. "You're not swingers?" She repeated for the need for clarification.

"God, no!" Lena answered.

Mariana tried to process her answer before saying anything. "Okay."

"Okay?" Stef questioned as she waited for her daughter to continue.

"Okay," Callie said before grabbing her sister's arm and leading her toward the door so that they could leave. The moms just stared after the three as if they two were trying to determine whether or not this conversation really happened.

The door closed.

"Swingers? Really?" Stef repeated before they burst into laughter again.