Chapter 31: Later Garwin
The rest of the crew watched Caleb, Browen, and Reid walk in. They were silent waiting for the solution. Alexandra broke with suspense, "So, who's volunteering?" Caleb motioned to Reid, "He is." "I don't know what's worse, Reid being a dad or Chase kicking our asses," Pogue blurted. Elliot diverted with, "Well, since we were so occupied with, with the volunteer part. Browen, run the plan again." Browen spoke like a war room commander, "In order to get rid of Chase, for good, we have to make a new bloodline to balance out and get rid of his. Father of the year, here, will take care of that part. I have to say a spell while prego in his presence. And that should be the end. Oh yeah, and raise a kid too, but that's just a small, inconsequential, minuscule detail."
"So, um when should you guys um... get busy?" Tyler blushed for being forward. "The sooner, the better," Caleb stated solidly. "Whoa, whoa, time out. I'm finally getting a chance with her and you're sending me on the fatherhood express immediately?!" "We cannot afford leisure time for what is at stake." "Well, I'm sure we can have fun before the actual baby-making process," Reid cringed at his last words. Baby-making? What the fuck?! Since when do I say that?! They created the plan to defeat Chase. After that, teasing and taunts were kicking Reid's behind like karma. "Knock it off, before I change my mind," Reid threatened. "Oh no, once you volunteer, it's engraved in stone," Pogue teased. "I don't have to deal with this shit," Reid grumbled and started to walk out of the house. He yelled back to the house, "Browen, come on!" "All right!" she yelled back in annoyance.
They sat in his car. "Okay, bring me home. I feel really gross and after that talk, I feel grosser like Kira." "Yeah, you do smell,' he teased. "You know, you'll only making the realization scarier that I will be carrying your kid. After the whole Chase thing, we really need to talk about this." "I know, sweets." "I hope you didn't feel pressure into stepping up, you know. If you're only doing this because you thought I was going to be mad or you receiving the eternal label as the asshole of the century, don't. We can't have resentments." "I don't. My resentment would have been if I lose you and all of them because I wussed out." Reid would die before being labeled as a wuss. Reid parked in front of her house. "After we clean up and all, we can call and um, discuss our arrangement," she mildly stated it. "Yeah," he agreed. "At least, we love each other, so it won't be that awkward." "And the fact, I knew I was going to get you anyhow." "Shut up. You are so smug at that fact. Ten bucks says though you weren't planning on the other part." "Nope, can't say that I did."
"Later Garwin," she kissed him on the cheek and left the car. She was walking up her driveway. "Browen, what the fuck?" "What?" "We love each other and you say 'Later Garwin' with a peck?!" He stomped to the driveway and pretty much attacked her mouth with his. After some heart-racing moments, Browen giggled, "If I hadn't know better, I would say you got soft as the Pillsbury Doughboy." "Soft on some things, but raw on the rest." Browen felt like she had to walk against gravity to her door. "Reid, I love you but we're rancid." "Well, I can take a shower here." "And change into what?" "I always leave clean clothes in my car just in case, you know parties, swim meets,..." "One night stands?" Browen finished the sentenced.
"Not anymore, well until you get fat though," that was the only thing he could reply with. "Great. Just what I need, a man who's hooked on appearances. Get your things." He turned and got a bag out of the trunk. They both dragged their feet upstairs. "There's two bathrooms on this floor. Here, you can go in this one," she welcomed with her hand. "I'll be over there, okay?" "Yeah, but I would rather you be in this one, too sweets." "Geez Garwin, you it's gonna happen sooner or later." She walked away. They both greedily stepped into the showers to clean and relax. Reid, being a male, was finished first. A towel was tied around the waist. He walked into the bedroom where his bag was. He bent over and was about to unzip his bag.
He could have changed and waited for her, then talk about going through with this. That was definitely not Reid's style. Like he said before, he's a guy of action, not words. He walked to the other bathroom. He heard the hair dryer on from the inside. He went to twist the knob and it was locked. He blackened his eyes and with a twitch of a finger, opened the lock. Reid opened the door. Browen was sitting on the toilet drying her hair with her back to the door. Caleb, said sooner is better than later. She was in a daze with the hum of the dryer. Her hair was dry and turned off the dryer and out it on the counter top. She stood up and started to brush her teeth. Reid studied her with appreciation and amusement. She brushed her teeth with her eyes closed. She spit and rinse her mouth.
Reid saw an opportune moment when she was bent over the sink. He silently stepped behind her and placed his hands on her hips. Browen's body jumped and she gasped. "Reid, what the hell? Give me a heart attack why don't you?" He leaned his mouth behind her ear. "I planning to give something better." He began to nibble at the side of her neck. She let a small sigh escape. She grabbed behind her to the back of his neck. "I don't think we need to talk, do you?" he caressed with words. "No," she whispered. "That's what I thought." She turned to look at him. "I know I locked the door," she hinted. "I noticed." "Knocking could've worked or there's a key above on the doorframe." "None of that," he silenced her with his mouth.
Reid took her hand and guided her out of the bathroom. Browen leaned onto the wall and pulled their clasped hand closer. She could help but roam her hands across his bare chest. She could see his chest movements change in rhythm as she smoothed over his skin. They ambled between kisses to her bedroom. Reid finally broke apart and went into his bag. He retrieved some condoms. "You know we don't need these because the whole idea is to..." "No, idea is to finally let go to each other that we were depriving ourselves from. Would you rather just screw once and be knocked up?" Browen snatched the condoms. Reid shined his infamous victory grin and quickly engulfed the space between.