A/N: Sorry for the delay, I'm watching American Idol right now so my bad, but here is the new chapter. Hope you enjoy it.
July
Part 2 Ch. 18: A Few Surprises
Peyton smiles when she feels Brooke's lips on her stomach making their way up her body. Brooke reaches Peyton's lips and Peyton let's Brooke's tongue enter. Peyton traces her fingers up and down Brooke's bare back causing Brooke to start grinding her center into Peyton's. Peyton pulls her lips away from Brooke and turns her head. Brooke's lips find her wife's pulse point and she starts sucking away.
"Mm, baby," Peyton whispers as she feels herself coming undone.
Brooke finds Peyton's mouth again as both of their orgasms come.
An out of breath Brooke rolls back to her spot on the bed. She places one of her legs between Peyton's and snuggles close to her.
"That was amazing," Brooke says with a chuckle.
"I am also glad that we didn't get disrupted by our son."
"Yeah, that always helps."
"Happy birthday, baby."
"Thank you," Peyton says with a smile.
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"Jenny, look at this," Skye says with a smile as she holds out her cell phone. Jenny looks up from the book on the floor to her aunt. She smiles brightly. She knew what that toy did. It made sound.
Across the room Ty and Melissa were smiling brightly. Their daughter had just started to walk so she was a little clumsy, but it was funny.
Skye smiles when she sees Jenny crawl to the coffee table to use as a way to help her stand up.
"Come here Jenny, look at this," Skye says as she waves her cell phone around.
Jenny giggles and takes her foot forward, then her left, then her right and so on until she plops herself in Skye's lap.
Ty and Melissa cheer as Jenny grabs the phone from Skye quickly.
"Hey now, why are you doing that?" Skye questions her niece.
Jenny looks at her aunt and places a hand on her face causing Ty and Melissa to crack up.
"Well isn't this just the happy family."
Skye instantly freezes at the voice. She hated that voice.
"Mother," Skye says harshly. Ty walks over to Skye and picks Jenny out of her lap. Skye pulls out her phone and sends a quick text. She needed her best friend.
"Hello Skyler, Melissa, Ty," Skye's mother looks at the baby in Ty's arms. She turns her attention back to Skye. "Is she yours?"
Skye rolls her eyes.
"I'm a lesbian, I wasn't pregnant."
Skye's mother flinches at the word lesbian.
"I'd rather you have been pregnant."
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Peyton and Brooke walk downstairs fully clothed and Brianna just smirks at them as she feeds Evan.
"How was your morning?" Brianna says with a grin.
"Amazing," Peyton says with a smile. "And guys, I do not want you to go all out today. I just want a nice relaxing day with my family. That's all."
"I know, that's why I only got you one present," Brianna states as she reaches for her phone after giving Evan to Brooke. Brianna opens her phone and frowns at the text message.
Seeing the frown on their daughter's face Peyton questions her.
"What's wrong Bri?"
Brianna closes the phone.
"Um, Skye just sent me a text. She says I have to get there right away. I'm sorry."
Peyton shakes her head.
"No, its okay you go and then just make sure your home later, okay?"
"I will, I love you both."
"We love you too," Brooke says back.
Brooke sets Evan on the floor and she and Peyton sit down on the couch. Evan starts gabbing away and Peyton and Brooke can't help but laugh.
"I love my life," Peyton says with an honest smile.
"Peyton, look at Evan," Brooke demands quietly. "I think he's going to roll over."
When Evan does roll over he looks confused as he looks up at the ceiling, but when his mommies come into view he smiles and claps his hands.
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"Mom, I don't remember inviting you in," Ty says once Melissa and Jenny leave the room at Ty's request.
"Well my dear son I thought it was time to see my family."
Ty shakes his head as Skye sits down in the chair next to the window.
"You mean after kicking Skye out for coming out. Yeah that makes sense mom," Ty says in disgust.
Angela Richardson was a hard lady to like. She is powerful and extremely hard headed. She's always a good Christian so any signs of homosexuality makes her disgusted. After finding out about her daughter she had no choice, but to kick her out unlike her son.
Angela pushes her blonde hair behind her ears.
"I am still your elder so please speak to me with respect. I would just like to know why you didn't inform me about you having a child."
"Well after you kicking out Skye I figured I wouldn't tell you about my daughter, just in case."
"I'm still in the room," Skye mentions as she looks away from the window after seeing Brianna come up the steps.
"Yes, I believe you are. So, have you found a boyfriend yet so you can come home?" Angela says with a raised eyebrow.
"Actually, no," Skye smiles when she sees Brianna standing in the doorway. "Baby, come here."
Brianna looks confused, but goes over to Skye's side anyway. Skye hugs her and whispers in her ear.
"That's my mom, please play along."
Skye knows she will do it when she feels Brianna kiss the side of her neck. Skye grabs her hand and looks at her mother.
"Mom this is Brianna, my girlfriend."
"You're going to burn in hell," was all Angela could say because Brianna had wrapped her arms around Skye and Skye's lips sought out Brianna's. When they pull apart Brianna looks at Angela with no fear in her eyes.
"You're a bitch. I'm not afraid to admit it to you. You have your beliefs and that's fine, but I want to tell you that just because your daughter loves girls doesn't make her not your daughter anymore because no matter what you do or what you say that bond won't ever go away. EVER! I love your daughter and she loves me and I know somewhere deep down you love her still, but your beliefs are clouding your judgment. Let that fall away and you are left with what your heart says."
Skye looks at Brianna with tears in her eyes. Brianna smiles and wipes the tears away.
"I've got go back, it's Peyton's birthday, but call me okay?"
Skye nods her head and kisses Brianna one last time. Brianna grins when she pulls away.
"It's not nice to meet you Mrs. Richardson."
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"Tell us what happened," Brooke demands after putting Evan to bed. They had all eaten dinner earlier and at the moment, she, Peyton and Brianna were sipping milkshakes and waiting for Peyton to open her birthday presents.
"Mrs. Richardson is scary, is all I've got to say, but I told her off and Skye looked so happy when I did and I wasn't sure, but I think I saw something in Mrs. Richardson's eye."
"Like what?" Peyton questions.
"Maybe admiration, but like I said to her, her beliefs are clouding her judgment and until those go away she can't do anything else."
Brooke and Peyton laugh as Brianna hands her present to Peyton.
"I hope you like this. I realized you were kind of low on stuff so I hope you enjoy it."
Peyton opens her present and smiles brightly. Brianna had gotten her charcoals and a new sketchpad.
"Thank you sweetie, I really appreciate this."
"You're welcome," Brianna says with a bright smile.
Brooke hands over her present and Peyton quickly opens it. Brooke had given her a necklace, one that Peyton had been admiring for a few months.
"You shouldn't have done this," Peyton says despite the smile on her face.
"Of course I should have," Brooke says as she pulls up Peyton's hair. "You are my wife and you deserve the best."
Brianna rolls her eyes, grabs her milkshake and heads upstairs.
"There we go," Brooke says as she clasps the necklace together. Peyton turns around and kisses her wife.
"Happy birthday."
"Thank you, but I'm still hoping for more sensual present later tonight."
Brooke grins. "Of course, baby."
When the phone rings Peyton answers it with a smile.
"Hi daddy."
"Hey, baby, happy birthday."
"Thank you, but you're calling a little bit late, aren't you?"
"I know I'm sorry. I just had to call you though. How are my grandkids doing by the way?"
"They are fine, Brianna and Brooke just gave me presents and Evan went to be a little earlier. So, why did you have to call me?"
"I'm getting married, next month."
"Oh…"