A Family Matter 12

Bo

"Cream cheese! I need at least four packs!" Lauren is being her generous and loving self by going to the grocery store for me. This is my third call to her since I keep adding to my list. Of course, she was only out to get candy for the trick or treaters and some red cups.

I didn't want to go out, painfully so, but Lauren loves Halloween. And Thanksgiving. And Christmas. Ok, she loves all holidays, but the fact that she gets to dress up is fun for her. She even busted out a few polaroids of her past costumes to show me how she likes to dress.

Seeing Lauren's body and how she dances, I would have thought cat woman or a sexy cop...oh how wrong I was. Although very sexy, she has surprised once again.

The nerd in her comes out on Halloween: Iron Man, Deadpool, power ranger... October 31st is the day she can be a kid again. I adore her free spirit and self-confidence. In a bar, full of Harlequins, she's the legit storm trooper.

I still don't want to go out, but I want to try for Lauren. So, as a compromise we decided to head over to Tamsin and Vex's place to watch scary movies and hand out candy. Our mother's and Kenzi will also be there to kind of make it a thing. Plus, it means I won't feel out of place when they dress up and I don't.

"Anything else? What are you planning on making anyways?" Her voice sings through the phone. It's not the first time she's asked, but it's a surprise.

A knock on the door has my attention. "No, I think that's it. I'll see you when you get home. Thank you, love!"

"Anytime." She would too. Gosh I love her so much.

Another knock has me huffing. "Coming!" I holler out. It's only three in the afternoon. Way too soon for kids in costumes. Opening the door, I'm not even surprised. "Trick."

He's stiff at the door, still wearing his 'please forgive me, I'm sorry' face. It's the same one he always wears when he continues to show up unannounced. "Trick, I don't want to do this again. You've said your peace, I've said mine. Let's just...stop."

"I want to apologize. I need to make this better, Bo. You're my family."

"No." I tell him firmly. "Lauren is my family. Kenzi is my family." I shake my head at him sadly. "You know, when I thought about getting married, I always pictured you walking me down the aisle. You were the most important man in my life, even before Jack and mom did what they did. It was always you, Trick."

"I'm so sorry Bo." He tries but I stop him.

"It's not me you need to apologize to. It's Lauren. You have wronged her and tortured her in ways that I never thought was possible. She is so strong...and you broke her. You did, Trick. So no, I don't want to hear your sorry's." I shut the door until there's only an inch of visibility. "I'm not sure she will either." With that, I shut and lock the door, sliding down and trying to fight the tears. Hopefully Lauren will be back soon.

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Lauren

Four bags of stuff in tow, I manage to make it to the kitchen without dropping anything! I'm very proud, usually something gets sacrificed along the way. Yet, I always try to get everything in one trip.

I am so excited for tonight! I love LOVE dressing up! Bo? Not so much, but she kind of had a life altering experience so I'm going to let her do her own thing. But I will not let her deter me from this night.

I fought children for the three specific colors I needed for my face paint and managed to find a small cardboard box that can make my head squared.

Being Frankenstein is a lot of work.

Putting everything in the refrigerator, I frown. "Bo? Sweetie?"

There's a muffled response that comes from the couch. I stifle a laugh when I see her hiding under the throw blanket. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

Bo pulls down the blanket with a huff, but I can see the troubles behind her faux pout. "Why can't my family be normal? Why does everything have to be awful all the time?!"

Moody Bo, upset Bo, sick Bo... all of them, I still am in awe with her. It's not her perfections that I fell in love with, but her flaws. She's blissfully unaware of how normal and down to Earth she is. How silly she is. All of the things that makes me happy just to be around her. So many complex and jagged pieces of herself that seem to make me love her.

"Scooch." I nudge her over as I walk around the couch. It's barely enough room for one person, let alone two, but we mange just fine in our tangled mess. "Now that we're comfortable," she laughs into my chest, "Tell me what's going on."

I try not to tense when she tells me about her and Trick's conversation. It's still so fresh to me and I hold on to too much from those lonely nights away from comatose Bo. It's overwhelming just thinking about that time.

I stay silent, only comforting her through touch. My thoughts on it won't help any, but I always feel compelled to be supportive. My life goals are to have a happy partner and to love her unconditionally. I'm just struggling to support her with Trick because of the way he went about Bo and I.

She waits patiently for my input, but family isn't my strong suit. Just look at the 'relationship' with my own father. It's kind of fucked up that Trick was sort of my own type of guardian growing up, besides my mom. "I-I," shrug my shoulders despite the awkward way we are laying, "Honestly, I'd rather not speak to him until I'm ready to. I would love to move past this and, well, I guess talking to him will do that. But I need time now. I feel this...hatred...towards him and I'm not a hateful person. Guarded? Sure. Geeky and shy? Absolutely. But this, this is something I need to sort out in my head before I can face him."

She nods and buries herself into my body. We are both quiet for a long time. Our wounds are still healing, even if it seems we're perfectly ok. "I'm going to go shower and start to get ready for tonight. Halloween is a process." I grin and untangle myself.

She pulls me towards her once more and seals our lips together. I'm out of breath when she pulls away. "That's what you tell me."

Xxx

Showered, shaved, and now standing in the bathroom, well dancing in the bathroom, in a pair of orange and purple underwear. Bo and I have been together long enough that she knows how much I despise wearing a bra. Luckily, my costume doesn't require one.

"I wholeheartedly, approve." Bo is casually leaning against the doorframe as her eyes devour my nearly naked body. That hunger in her eyes is enough to make me blush.

I try not to let her deter me from my costume prep, but she's a bit difficult to ignore. Especially when she stands behind me and lets her fingers tease my back. "So, you're being Frankenstein? I don't know, Lo. You might be too sexy to be him. Maybe we should just stay home..."

I snort, not my proudest moments but it happens on occasion. "Just wait until you see my suit." Her eyes grow darker at the thought of it. To be fair, there's nothing super nice about the suit I'll be wearing. It's tailored but the fact that I won't be wearing a shirt with it and my cleavage will be exceptional in it, well, I figured she might like that.

"Suit?" The one word is nearly moaned. And I smirk at her.

"I'll tell you what, you do something for me, and I'll let you do whatever you want tonight after we get home." It's a trick. She knows it, but I can tell her imagination is frying her brain with too many images. "You won't regret it." I turn and press my naked breast against her shirted ones. "I won't let you regret it."

"Deal."

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Bo

No deal! No deal! Dammit if she didn't trick me! With her soft skin and her gorgeous body and glorious muscles! She knew I wouldn't resist her and now here I am dressed up for this Halloween party.

Lauren was so smug too. She had a costume ready for me, pairing me as Frankenstein's wife. Clever woman. Makeup, colored hair spray, an Amish white looking dress...she had it all ready. She even had some heavy-duty gel to make my hair stay slicked back. I knew I shouldn't have made that deal.

I have to admit though, we look pretty amazing. Too bad there wasn't a costume contest, we would win for sure.

Lauren's suit did not disappoint either. She buttoned it but the plunging V of her jacket was barely enough to conceal her breasts to the outside world. They were covered with greenish grey makeup but I was still struggling to not bury my face in them.

I was so distracted by her appearance, even so ghoulish, that I nearly forgot to make lemon lush, Lauren's favorite dessert of mine. Even with my late 'decision' to participate in tonight's events, I had just enough time to make it.

We knew we were going to have a few drinks, so begrudgingly so, Lauren used the wheelchair for me as we both walked to their house. Even though I told her I was fine with walking, Dr. Lewis still insisted...just in case. By the time we made to Tamsin's and Vex's place, everyone was already there.

Tamsin was a pregnant nun (her belly only barely showing so a pillow was stuffed there instead) with her husband as a monk. I barely recognized him with his bald head.

Jane and my mother dressed as 80's jazzercise instructors. Kenzi loaned them the neon pink and green leg warmers and boom box. Nobody dared asked where the leotards came from.

Kenzi... oh my she looked spectacular. A psychopath in a strait jacket. Even crazier hair, even crazier makeup. Her swirling black and white contacts. She looked absolutely insane.

And buzzed. Super buzzed.

"Ahh look at you guys! How did you get this one to dress like that?! OMG tooooooo cuuute!" Kenzi is leaning on Lauren heavily. It's barely 6pm, there's no way she's going to last long.

Lauren also notices how far gone my friend is and just laughs. "Thanks Kenz, and you don't want to know how I got her to agree."

"Eww Hotpants! Don't tell me, I don't want to know." Kenzi plugs her ears and manages to stumble away.

Rocky Horror Picture Show is on the tv and there is so much junk food everywhere. I find the jungle juice and pour two cups for Lo and I, knowing drinks are included with any fiancées holiday celebrations. Plus, I know she's all too eager to please when she's a bit intoxicated.

There are so many trick or treaters that we all take a turn. The constant ring of the doorbell soon begins to fade and out and soon we all get comfortable on the couch. Jane and mom are still sober enough to drive, only playing a few drinking games, but not going overboard, and dismiss themselves for the night. It's weird to see them together, but it's nice all the same. Watching them leave and looking around the room, I was right before. This, these people here, are my family now, and I couldn't be happier.

"I'm just saying," Vex mumbles around the pizza he's chewing. "That Hush is an underrated film. I'm mean, it's categorized as a 'violent film' but it's also smart."

"I agree. That movie was intense. But I still think Freddy Kruger was more terrifying. He stalked your dreams and killed you with his knife fingers! Knife fingers!" She screeches terrified and leans further into me. I squeeze my arms tight to protect her as I would from any monster. Her humming is all I need to continue my possessive hold.

It's past 10 now and I can tell it is time to call it a night. Besides, Kenz is already sleeping on the floor by the tv. "Babe, I think it's time we call it. Besides," I snake my hand inside her jacket and palm her breast, feeling her nipple harden in my palm. "You still have to hold up your end of our deal." I whisper and am delighted with her reverberated moan.

"Tams, Vexy, we will see you guys later." Lauren takes the hint and gets off of the couch (and me) to go kiss Tamsin's exaggerated belly. "Sweet dreams little one." She whispers and a part of me sees Lauren as the best mother out there.

I'm so stuck in the sight that I miss her leaving and wheeling over my 'ride'. "After you, Mrs. Frankenstein." I purse my lips... Man, I love this woman.

AN: I needed this so do t judge if it's awful. Thanks for the encouragement and good vibes. I'm trying to update frequently but this holiday is hurting my writing schedule. So bear with me please! Thanks again for reading

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