A/N: Hey, sorry I didn't go into more detail about the honeymoon. I just felt the need to move ahead with the story for some reason. I hope you enjoy the chapter anyways. :)
All You Got- Chapter 10- The Con
Julie's P.O.V.
"Hello, you've reached Calgary Genetics Lab how may I help you?"
"Hi. I'm calling to ask about some test results..."
"Is there a problem? What's the order number?"
"The number is... umm.. 92346."
"Are you- Ms. T. Hamilton or Ms. S. Quin?"
"Neither. I'm Sara's aunt." I said, not bothering to mention that Tegan had taken Sara's last name, Quin.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't disclose any information to anyone besides the test participants."
"Just... tell me one thing, please. What is the margin of error? Is it possible that there was a... mistake?"
"All of our results are run through three times to insure accuracy. Honestly- it's extremely unlikely that any results we send out are inaccurate."
"But I-"
"Ma'am, unless you have explicit consent from Ms. Hamilton or Ms. Quin, I can't give you any more information."
"O-of course. Thank you." I hung up the phone and stared at the wall, the results still clutched in my hand. I shouldn't have offered to take out Sara and Tegan's trash, I shouldn't have picked up the envelope when it slipped out of the bag, and for Christ's sakes, why the hell did I open it?
I felt like a terrible person, a terrible aunt to both Sara and her wife. I knew I had no business reading into their personal lives, but I'd honestly thought the test had been for some genetic disease in case they decided to have children. I'd planned on giving it to them- I really had, but when I found it accidentally tucked away in my things upon arriving back to Calgary, I had no idea what I should do.
Why didn't I just mail it to them? Why did I have to open it to find the horrible truth... that Sara was unwittingly married to her own twin sister.
I knew I couldn't say anything. Not to Sonia, and definitely not to Sara or her wife. Some would say they had a right to know, but in my mind, their right to happiness was far more important.
Sara's P.O.V.
June
Tegan and I had been married for three months, a week, and three days and I never could've thought another human being could make me so happy and expect nothing in return. Not that she got nothing, of course. I cared about her happiness infinitely more than my own.
Despite our busy work schedules, we both continued to put on Friday concerts at the bookstore where I worked. To our surprise, more and more new people showed up every week along with the regulars- those who'd been there since the first accidental "concert". My boss Nancy, true to her word and stingy to the bone, had started charging a one dollar admission fee. A few times, she'd even had to turn away people at the door when the store got too crowded.
Instead of being tired from working extra hours and playing late into the night on Fridays, Tegan seemed to have more energy than ever- writing amazing new songs every day. I wasn't so quick- my inexperience with the guitar coupled with my perfectionist nature left me mulling over songs for weeks before I let Tegan hear any of them. Tegan loved everything I wrote, she'd take the time to learn every song by ear, and wrote all of the music down- somehow knowing where to place all the notes on the staff just from hearing the song. Once, I'd asked her where she learned to write music so well and she ended up telling me the story of her Grandmother, who taught her classical piano for years before she died when Tegan was fourteen.
The only thing that was more wonderful than the present was our dreams for our future. I didn't want to move a thing- everything was perfect. But I knew change had to come sooner or later.
Tegan's P.O.V.
Sara, Morgan, Sara's friend Ted and I were all watching a movie together at our apartment one saturday night. Sara and I had conspired together, hoping to match up our two friends- and so far it was working. Ted's arm had casually loped over Morgan's shoulder halfway through the movie. The drink's we'd all had earlier probably didn't hurt either... I tried to motion to Sara; to show her the obvious connection between our friends, but it was no use. She was out cold, clinging to me tightly. Pathetic I thought- It was only 11:30. But Sara was so adorable when she slept that I couldn't resist winding my fingers through her hair lightly as I smiled down at her sleeping form.
"Aww!" Morgan and Ted cried in adoration from the other side of the couch. My face caught aflame in embarrassment.
"Shhh!" I hissed. "You'll wake her up!"
"You two are the cutest married couple I know." Exclaimed Morgan, ignoring me completely. Sara shifted slightly in her sleep, nestling her face into the crook of my neck like a tired child. I knew she'd only show this level of vulnerability while she was unconscious.
"We're the only married couple you know." I said to Morgan, laughing lightly.
"Not the point, and you know it." She replied, sticking her tongue out at me. Our attention turned back to the movie just in time to see the credits rolling.
"You guys want me to rewind it?" I asked, looking around for the remote.
"No thanks. I think I'll head home." Ted said, yawning and removing his arm inconspicuously from Morgan's shoulder. I stifled a giggle.
"Me too. I had a really long day." Morgan said, getting up from the couch with Ted. She was a waitress and had to work Saturdays as well as taking part time college classes.
"Alright, guys. Thanks for coming over. I'd see you off, but-" I punctuated my sentence by gesturing to Sara's sleeping form, still clinging to me.
they both exited the apartment after making me promise to give their goodbyes to Sara when she woke up. As I found the remote under the couch cushion and turned off the movie, I figured I might as well turn in. As far as I could tell, Sara was out like a light. I slowly lifted her light form in my arms and brought her to our bedroom, laying her down on the bed as gently as possible. I undressed after removing her shoes and tucking the blankets over her.
"Are they gone?" Sara's voice was low as I slipped under the sheets beside her.
"Yeah, they left. I thought you were asleep."
"Not exactly." She said, pulling off her pants and discarding them on the floor beside our bed. "Where are you?" she asked, searching in the dark. In response, I grabbed her reaching hand and placed it just above my heart. Her breathing audibly quickened as she moved it slightly lower to see I wasn't wearing any pajamas.
"Come here." I whispered, and Sara obliged, moving quickly to straddle me. She paused to tear off her shirt and bra before bringing her lips down to envelop mine in a harsh, heated kiss. I let my hands wander down her bare back and down to her ass, roughly pulling her into me. Just as a guttural moan forced its way from Sara's lips, a loud sound made us both jump in surprise.
"Unf... not now." Sara growled and attacked my neck with soft lips. The phone continued to ring on our bedside table.
"Sara... wait. It might be about Grandpa." I said between pants. I was referring to Sara's grandfather who's been ill in the past few weeks. Sara nodded and slid off of me, pulling the chain on the lamp and reaching for he phone with trembling hands.
"Hello?...this is Sara, who is this?...Yes, Tegan's my wife...Tomorrow?...I-I don't know- let me ask her." Sara covered the receiver with her hand, turning to me exitedly.
"One of the regulars put an audio file of one of our songs online and someone from the newspaper wants to interview us tomorrow!" My heart swelled with excitement at her words.
"Are you sure?" I asked. Sara nodded vigorously in response. "Yes! Tell them yes!" Sara removed her hand from the mouthpiece and brought it back up to her face.
"Yes, we'll do the interview... what time?...photos?- yes, that's fine... A-are you coming here?...sure... yes thank you... goodbye." Sara hung up the phone and shot me a look of astonishment.
"They're coming tomorrow at two. And a photographer. Do you think we should dress up? Will they ask us to play any songs? What would they want to ask us. Oh, god I have to clean the house- and you're helping me this time!" Sara was in a frenzy, moving to get out of bed as she ranted. I spryly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back on the bed, climbing on top of her, placing soothing kisses along her jaw.
"Calm down, Sasa. We've got plenty of time to worry about everything. Now... where were we?"