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"You sure you know what you're getting yourself into right," Sadie asked, "It's Tommy here." She said as if his name was an sexually transmitted disease. "He's gross." She said, shuddering slightly. She glanced up at Jude, who was looking at her with her hand on her hip.
"What?" Sadie asked, shrugging. "It's not just him. It's all guys. Well most of them."
"I can vouch for her on that," Francesca said, as she handed Layla back to Sadie. "I should know too…cleaned up after him for two years. He almost forced me into writing my two-week's notice a couple of times," she said, shaking her head. After noticing the look on Jude's face, she added, "But that was basically when he was busy working…"
"Ladies, he's not going to be living with me technically. He's in the pool house," Jude clarified, yanking her thumb in the general direction of its location. "Big difference."
"Yeah, big difference," Sadie commented sarcastically, feeding Layla more peach flavored baby food. "He's like 25 feet from you."
"Sexual tensions are going to be so high," Francesca smiled, bouncing on the couch beside Jude. She rubbed her hands together. "This is going to be so good."
"I say they'll have sex tonight---on the floor," Sadie smiled, "In the kitchen."
"Ooh, no," Francesca interjected, "On the floor of the bathroom. Tommy will be all confused on how to work the shower in the pool house…"
"So he'll come back to the main house, in a towel---'Jude, can you come help me out girl?'" She said, in a horrible baritone.
"Should you be talking like this in front of your daughter?" Jude laughed, watching Layla spit the baby food out onto the "Mommy Loves You" bib around her neck.
"She's four months," Sadie rolled her eyes. "Where were we?" she asked, Francesca.
"Tommy in a towel," Francesca nodded, taking a sip of her water.
"Right, right," Sadie remembered, wiping Layla's mouth. "So Jude, after she comes out of the shock—from seeing Tommy half nude will say… 'Sure, Tommy, it is a little complicated.'" She said, in an extremely high-pitched voice.
"I do not sounds like that," Jude said, attempting to defend herself.
"And then, Jude here will whip off her housecoat, underneath it, of course she's wearing a sexy semi-see-through chemise…"
"I sleep in an over-sized Smiley face t-shirt with a big ass hole in it and men's boxers," Jude scoffed, enjoying their tale anyway.
"You're not going to be wearing raggedy ass pajamas now, since there's possibility of Tommy Togetherness," Francesca said matter-of-factly, throwing Jude a come-hither like look.
"Tommy Togetherness uh?" Sadie laughed, giving up on feeding Layla the rest of the Gerber baby food.
"Yes, Tommy Togetherness," Francesca nodded. She clasped her hands together, confirming what kind of togetherness she was talking about, before continuing with the scenario.
"Now, Jude is walking toward the pool house, teetering sexily around the edge of the pool in her high-heels…"
"Why am I wearing high-heels with my house robe?" Jude questioned.
"You're not wearing your house robe anymore Jude," Sadie said, shushing her. "Go ahead, Fran."
"Tommy's following her, admiring the view…" she trails off, signaling for Sadie to continue.
"You get to the bathroom and bend over, the silky chemise you're wearing inching up…"
"Leaving very little to his imagination…" Francesca added.
"Right," Sadie nods, "So then you stand back up, putting your hand on your hip. 'And that's how you turn on the shower.'" She said in her imitation Jude voice.
" 'Can you show me that again?'" Francesca-Tommy asked. "And of course, Tommy's towel has slipped a little showing that little happy trail."
"You two need help," Jude stated, standing up and straightening the pillows on the couch, clearly flustered. "You make it seem like we're two sex-crazed teenagers," Jude chuckled, rolling her eyes, straightening the ponytail on top of her head. "I mean Tommy and me are going to have a strictly platonic relationship while under this roof."
"Note she didn't say while under the pool house roof…" Francesca said in a Barber Walter tone.
"Dually noted," Sadie replied, raising Layla to her shoulder, and patting her back.
"What if it did happen to become Tommy Time…" Jude asked in a hushed tone.
"Ooh, she already coined her own term," Francesca smiled, "For get Tommy Togetherness, we have Tommy Time."
Jude rolled her eyes, lightly swatting at Fran, "Won't it be weird him…not feeling me?"
Tommy and Kwest struggled to set the box down in the living room of the pool house, as Liam followed behind them carrying another box.
"My god man, do you have enough belongings," Liam asked, flopping down on the leather recliner as Tommy and Kwest plummeted to the matching sofa couch.
"I don't remember ever having this much stuff man," Tommy sighed, propping his feet on the coffee table along beside Kwest. "What happened to our extra hands anyway?" he asked, breathlessly.
"Feeding the baby," Kwest replied.
"And it does take three women to feed a baby right," Liam commented, sarcastically.
"Of course," Tommy smirked, turning on the 64 inch flat-screen plasma television in front of them. "I'm so going to enjoy my stay here."
"Uh huh, and not just for the television either," Kwest remarked, grinning wickedly.
Tommy raised an eyebrow, "I know, we can have some nice, pool parties too. Have you seen that barbeque grill and that outdoor bar?"
"I don't think that's what he was talking about," Liam smirked.
"Oh I forgot." Tommy sighed, not liking the way the conversation was headed. "And of course this is officially the hockey game watching house…"
"What are you going to do?" Kwest asked, shaking his head. "You're living with Jude."
"And…" Tommy shrugged.
"We are talking about the same Jude here right?" Kwest smiled.
"Look. It's not a big deal…" Tommy lied, earning a 'yeah right' look from both men. "It's not!"
"Right…it wouldn't be a big deal if you weren't Tommy and if she wasn't Jude," Liam snickered.
Tommy threw him a look over his shoulder, "What does that mean?"
"You two are like whip cream on jell-o," Kwest stated randomly.
Liam and Tommy turned to him with matching bewildered looks.
"Explain."
"Please," Tommy added.
"You know jell-o is good for you but then you add the whip cream and it's not good for you. But it still tastes good, if not better with the whip cream, so no one cares that it's not good for you," he explained.
"So," Liam laughed, "Is he the whip cream or the jell-o?"
"So you're saying that Jude and aren't good for each other or anyone else?"
"Forget it," Kwest laughed. "Bad analogy. My point is you and Jude can't live platonically. You have a history."
"A platonic history," Tommy corrected.
"Oh please," Liam sighed, getting up and walking towards the door. "I'm going to go do something. You can explain it to him well enough uh?" he said to Kwest as he walked out the door into the April sun.
"You and Jude have this crazy chemistry. It's unreal," he added, softly. "You might not remember that night, since you seem to be blocking out the un-platonic memories of you two, but there were plenty of un-platonic relations as well." He stated, and then started rambling off other times." He stated, and then started rambling off other. "Her Sweet 16th…"
"I told you about that?"
"You really do have a selective memory don't you?"
Liam walked back outside to Jude's SUV and grabbed another box, the sooner he finished, the sooner he could go home. The sooner he could get some free time alone with Sadie since Jude's mom had decided to take Layla to the mall for something…
He dropped the boxes off in the living room, and followed the sound of the laughter to the unofficial living room. He peaked his head in and it immediately stopped.
"Interrupting something?" he asked.
"No," the trio answered, quickly.
"Right…" he trailed off, walking back toward the kitchen. He immediately heard laughing again as soon as he was out of sight. He smiled and rolled his eyes as he helped himself to the fridge, taking out all the ingredients needed to make a proper sandwich.
As soon as he placed the top piece of bread on his masterpiece, Kwest and Tommy came in from the pool house, laughing. "They're still feeding the baby?" Tommy asked.
"I don't think they were ever feeding the baby," Liam mumbled, through a mouth full.
"What's so funny," Kwest asked, noticing the volume of laughter coming from the great room.
Liam shrugged, and took another bite of his sandwich. "Us."
Kwest's face twisted into a question mark, and he decided to go check it out for himself. He walked down the hall and the laughter stopped, but as soon as he was out of sight, they were laughing again.
"Yup, they're laughing at us," Kwest confirmed, grabbing two slices of bread for his own sandwich.
Tommy took a seat at the island. "Can one of you make me a sandwich?" he asked.
Kwest and Liam both looked at him disbelievingly.
Liam grunted, "No."
"You better walk your ass around to this side of the counter, and make you one," Kwest laughed, slapping miracle whip on his bread slices.
Tommy chuckled, temporarily rethinking his whole 'I'm getting tired of being treated helpless' stance. "Ah…gotta love you guys," he sighed, grabbing honey wheat bread from the breadbox.