Snippets of Forever:
So Not... Flourishing Solo.
-x-
The wet puddle rapidly expanding in size across his pillow finally woke Ron with a start as he choked on a snore and twitched against his mattress. As he wiped the drool from his mouth and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Ron sat forward and released an almighty yawn. The twelve year old suddenly squinted then, blinded by the morning sunlight streaming in through his bedroom window as he ran his hand across his face a second time.
Resisting the urge to snuggle back down under his covers, Ron stretched his arms over his head and glanced down to the ground beside his bed.
"Morning, Kim-"
When he was met with nothing but silence and a empty space on the floor, Ron frowned.
That was funny, he thought to himself. Ron hadn't heard a single sound from his best friend all night, and certainly not at any time during that morning. What was even more peculiar was that the sleeping bag and pillows that Kim had used as a makeshift bed from the night had vanished, too.
Despite his initial surprise, Ron simply shrugged off the thought as he climbed out of bed.
The pre-teen scratched the back of his neck when he strolled down the stairs to the living room in search of his parents and Kim. The Possibles were out of town for the weekend at a statistical research seminar where James and his team would be presenting some of their latest data. He and Ann had taken eight year old Jim and Tim along with them (they still hasn't found a babysitter brave enough to watch both boys at the same time) - but Kim was spending the two nights with the Stoppables.
The thought made Ron smile for a moment. It wasn't often that he had a lot of sleepovers like any other normal middle schooler. Kim was more or less his only friend - she always had been. But it honestly didn't bother Ron all that much. He was almost certain that she was the only friend than he would ever really need.
As he entered an equally empty living room, Ron spun around on the spot and walked towards his family's kitchen. What he finally spotted made him frown all over again.
His father was still nowhere to be found, but his mother was very clearly standing in the kitchen on the phone. Mrs. S. was speaking calmly into the receiver, pacing back and forth in a small circle. Her free hand was placed gently on the shoulder of the figure that sat at the table, giving it a comforting squeeze every now and then. That's when Ron focused in on the person in question.
Her head was down. And her chest heaved with a subtle sniffle. It was Kim.
"No, I think she'll be okay," Ron's mum spoke into the phone, "I don't think she wants you to race all the way back here, right, Kimmie?"
From his place in the doorway, Ron watched as Kim looked up at his mum and shook her head.
"She'll be fine, Ann, we'll take good care of her."
Ron raised an eyebrow. His mother was talking to Kim's mother?
"No, no, don't be silly, I don't mind looking after her. Okay. Okay, you're more than welcome. Yes, we'll see you tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!"
A sudden sickly feeling was sinking in the pit of Ron's stomach. Look after her? Was Kim okay? Had something happened?
With this and a million more questions swirling through his mind, Ron took a first step onto the tiled floor and cleared his throat.
"Mom? Is everything - "
Before the last of his concerned sentence could even leave his mouth, Ron froze, suddenly distracted. As he had crept further into the kitchen, his attention had been snatched away by the sight of a rather large trash bag sat atop the garbage can by the fridge. And just visible from inside of it was Ron's sleeping bag.
Mrs. S. had heard the first two or three words from her son, and quickly glanced over to him before hanging the phone back up in its place on the wall, "Oh, Ronnie - "
"Why's my sleeping bag in the trash?"
Kim stiffened in her place, her panicked eyes locking onto her best friend.
"Your sleeping bag?" his mum echoed innocently, "Honey, we've just had to throw it away, is all."
"Yeah, but why?"
"You don't need to worry, I'll buy you a new one next week."
"But it's my Fearless Ferret sleeping bag. We got the last one at the comic book store when they went on sale last month, I don't want another one, I want that one."
His mother sighed. Ron might have been halfway to thirteen, but he still wasn't anywhere near as mature as Kim was. Certainly not mature enough to hear what was actually going on in that moment.
"Honey - "
"What happened?" Ron pressed again, this time shooting his vision down to Kim. His best friend had been awfully quiet, which was not like her at all. Something was not adding up.
Finally admitting defeat, Mrs. S. carefully licked her bottom lip, taking her hand back to Kim's shoulder.
"Sweetie, there was just a little accident."
"An accident?" Ron repeated. There was a sudden lick of venom in his voice - so much so that he didn't even notice how Kim's expression had abruptly turned beet red.
"Ronnie, we will just have to replace your sleeping bag, and that is that," his mum warned him more sternly.
Ron more or less ignored her, keeping his ruthless tone directed at Kim, "Seriously, Kim? My Fearless Ferret sleeping bag! What did you do? Did you... wet the bed?"
Kim wasn't quiet for much longer after that. But it wasn't any equally aggressive words that left her like they usually might have. Instead, the only sound she made was a sob choking from the back of her throat when her bottom lip dropped open and tears sprung from her eyes.
Ron's face drained to a pale white, his heart skipping a beat in his chest.
Before he even had the chance to open his mouth and stop her, Kim bolted up from her place at the kitchen table and made a hasty exit for the door. She nudged into Ron with her shoulder as she did, and narrowly missed Mr. Stoppable who had now joined the commotion, too. She was still crying, and her feet thumped all the way back up the stairs as Ron's mum went to follow her.
"Oh, Kimmie, sweetie!" she called. Mrs. S. strolled right past Ron, sharing a glance with her husband before going after the pre-teen girl, "Can you please have a talk with your son?"
Ron's head was spinning. He didn't have the faintest clue what had just happened, but in the next moment, he was left standing alone in the middle of the kitchen with only his dad opposite him in the doorway.
Ron spun around to face his father, the immediate guilt etched into his features.
"Did I make Kim cry?" he asked timidly.
Mr. S. sighed in the same way his wife had. He hesitated for a second or two, "Ron - "
"I've never made Kim cry before," Ron cut back in, his voice utterly despondent.
"It's okay, Ronald," Mr. S. assured him, leading his son to the table, "Take a seat, son."
"Did something happen to her?"
"No - well, not to an extent, I suppose. Kim's just going through some changes right now," he explained a little awkwardly, "I think she really needs her best friend to be there for her."
Boy, did those words stick with Ron. And the explanation from his father that followed regarding everything Kim was currently going through certainly stuck with him as well... no matter how awk-weird it might have been to hear.
It was much later that morning when Ron finally had the guts to confront Kim again. He was honestly surprised that she hadn't stormed out of his house and locked herself in her own room for the rest of the weekend. It's not like she was incapable of staying home alone and looking after herself, even at the tender age of twelve.
That's what made the situation for Ron even scarier. Kim was growing up - clearly. And Ron didn't want to give her any excuse to leave him behind.
Ron timidly knocked on the door of his own bedroom. A bizarre sensation, obviously. But after such a turbulent morning, Ron had been more than willing to give Kim all the privacy she needed.
The sound from the other side of the door, however, made Kim tense up all over again. When the knocking wasn't immediately followed by the voice of his mother, Kim knew that it had to be Ron.
The feeling of pure embarrassment from that morning was still causing a sharp pain in her stomach. Or maybe that was the newly forming cramps she was reluctantly experiencing. As much as she truly still just wanted to be on her own until her mum and dad came home, Kim knew she couldn't keep Ron out of his own room.
She gulped, wiping the fresh set of tears from her eyes.
"Come in?"
She felt a thump in her chest when she saw him.
Ron certainly appeared much less agitated when he peered around his bedroom door. But it didn't make the stinging sensation in her heart hurt any less - not just yet. Kim didn't really know how else to feel. The two of them had been best friends for eight years, and Ron had never been so mad at Kim before. Or hurt her feelings this badly.
"Hey," he barely squeaked, taking a step onto the carpeted floor.
Kim was silent for the first second. This sucked.
"Hey."
She was sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed, and pulled her knees close to her chest. She tried not to cringe at the unfamiliar abdominal discomfort in doing so. Ron had one arm peculiarly placed behind his back, and his opposite hand was nervously fiddling with the hem of his pyjama shirt.
Ron didn't have the faintest clue where this conversation was going to go. But he knew where he needed to start.
"Are you okay?"
Kim resisted a tiny smirk. She shrugged her shoulders. The continued silence from her made Ron simply crumble.
"KP," he sighed, "I'm sorry."
Kim sensed the watery lump at the base of her neck quickly return. Ron certainly sounded genuinely regretful about everything he had said to her. And obviously she wanted to forgive him. But... did that mean he knew exactly what was going on with her?
Talk about awk-weird, she thought to herself.
"It's okay," she almost murmured, hesitating for a moment, "I guess... I'm the one who should be sorry for - "
"No," Ron suddenly cut in, taking another footstep or two across the room, "I mean, you don't have anything to be sorry for. Like, obviously. I just, um..."
Ron could feel his cheeks turning red. He shook his head, trying to erase any feelings of humiliation. Because the last thing he wanted was for Kim to feel all those same emotions.
The blonde boy bit down on his bottom lip, and then suddenly revealed what he had been hiding behind his back.
A large, solid block of milk chocolate. Kim smirked for real then.
"My mom said chocolate always makes her feel better when... you know. So, I just thought..."
His eyes finally crawled up from the floor to land on Kim's. She didn't seem so upset anymore. But she still hadn't said anything. Maybe she was really was too hurt to ever move on from how mean he had been. The thought made Ron shudder for a terrifying second. But as his confidence dropped in sudden uncertainty, Kim could only roll her eyes.
"Come sit down, doofus," she spoke with a small chuckle, patting the spot on the floor next to her.
The weight of the entire world lifted from his shoulders as Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
With an all too eager skip in his step, Ron collapsed on the floor next to his best friend, crossing his legs beside her. He offered her the chocolate, twiddling his thumbs once his hands were empty.
"I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. It wasn't even a big deal. It's just a dumb sleeping bag. It was so stupid - I was so stupid, I - "
"Ron," Kim droned, cutting him off, "It's okay. I get it. The whole thing is stupid."
The young girl felt her features flush to the same colour as her hair again as she slid down the bed where she sat.
"I just can't believe this all happened now. When I was hanging out with you. And at your house, it's all so ferociously - "
"It's okay," Ron chuckled, mimicking Kim's own words.
The quiet slipped back in between them for a moment then. They might have forgiven each other, and they still cared about each other more than anyone else in the world... but did that make the whole situation any less weird? Not exactly.
"S-So," Ron stuttered, wiping his brow, "Does it like... hurt?"
Kim squirmed, a little uneasy.
"Um, not really. Maybe a little. But not totally," she rambled on, stopping to take a breath. She almost laughed again, offering an eventual shrug of her shoulders, "It's just a period, Ron."
"Ew," came his immediate response, the colour fading from his cheeks all over again, "I mean, not that you're 'ew', I, I just mean the whole idea and the actual word is kinda'... like, ew. I guess. That's probably just as mean. I'm sorry."
With a mouthful of chocolate, Kim finally erupted in some real giggles, "You're such a baby."
Ron suppressed a sigh then. That's exactly what he was worried about.
Kim had always been much more mature than Ron was. That much had been established. She was taller than him, she was stronger than him, she made friends more easily than he did. And now to the surprise of absolutely no-one, least of all himself... his best friend was going through puberty before him, too.
Ron shuddered to think he had almost sped up the inevitable by getting angry at Kim that morning.
The redhead noticed the chagrin his expression almost instantly.
"What is it?" Kim asked.
Ron's vision fell back down, shying away from Kim as he hummed with hesitation. He hated that she could read him so easily sometimes.
"Just... like," he started slowly, "I hope this doesn't mean we can't be friends anymore - "
"Ron," Kim sniped in over the top of him, "What the heck are you talking about?"
"Well, we're in middle school, and you're practically a grownup now! Next you'll probably make all new friends, and we'll end up in different classes, and then you'll get a boyfriend, and - "
"A boyfriend?" Kim repeated, "Now you're the one grossing me out!"
As Kim imitated all of Ron's previously "ew's", he found himself tugging at some fraying pieces of the carpet beneath him. He was practically lost in a nerve-ridden trance, when a sudden rustling sound made him glance back up.
Kim smiled again as she held the packet of chocolate out towards him.
"This doesn't change anything. You and me will always be best friends."
It took a moment for the sincerity of her words to truly settle within him. But eventually, Ron smiled right back.
The warmth from Kim's own grin radiated across to him, and Ron felt the tightness in his chest finally ease. He reached out to accept the sweet offer, pausing to share a single nod of understanding with her and popping a piece of chocolate in his mouth.
"And I'll always be here to give you chocolate when you need it."
Kim raised a challenging eyebrow, "Once a month for the next fifty years?"
"Whoa," Ron exclaimed when the realisation dawned on him, "Girls are pretty strong."
Kim shrugged, "It's not like I'm a super hero."
"I'd say you're pretty close."
A blush almost dared to simmer in Kim's face at Ron's words, but she quickly shook it off. Probably just a hot flush, she thought to herself.
She snatched the chocolate treats back from him as she teasingly swayed into his side.
"You're the best."
Kim hugged her second pillow closer to her midsection as she rolled over onto her other side. The teenage girl was curled up in bed, with Pandaroo quietly nestled at her feet and the shutters on her window just slightly drawn to let in the early evening sunset.
Her cellphone was sandwiched between her ear and her shoulder, and she managed a small smirk as she continued to listen to Monique on the other end of the line.
"Girl, I'm talking thirty per cent off store-wide at Club Banana! For tonight only! Are you sure I can't tempt you?"
Kim's mouth dropped into a reluctant pout, "Normally all the super villains in the world wouldn't be able to keep me away, Mon," Kim sighed, clutching at her stomach, "But battling all the super villains in the world would probably also be much less painful than these stinkin' cramps are right now."
"Ouch," Monique offered with sympathy, "Do you want me to come over?"
"I should be okay," Kim replied, a smile in her voice. Her sense of ecstasy only increased when she heard the front door close and a familiar voice greet her parents from downstairs, "Besides, it sounds like my cute, blonde nurse just showed up."
"Mm, Nurse Ronshine?"
With a few quick footsteps up the stairs to her loft, the head of blonde hair in question popped up in Kim's room as Ron grinned at her.
"Did someone text Code P?"
From where she was still hanging on to the other end of the phone line, Monique took back Kim's attention at what she had just barely heard.
"That boy's speaking in codes now? I thought I was the A.Q. around here," she said, reading into Kim's confused quiet, "Abbreviation Queen."
The redhead rolled her eyes, "Code P stands for Code Period."
"Ew!" Ron spat from across the room.
"Because Ron hates the word 'period'."
"Ew!"
"Well, good luck. Let me know if you need me to come save you from Code R."
Kim laughed gently at her friend, "We'll be fine, Monique. I'll talk to you later."
Once she hung up her cell and placed it on her nightstand, Kim turned back to Ron. She scrunched her nose up at him teasingly.
"Are you seriously gonna' be grossed out by this forever?"
"By you? Never," Ron affirmed, taking a seat beside Kim where she lay, "But by that actual, one word? Probably."
Kim snorted, though she couldn't help but keep an affectionate twinkle in her eye as she watched him. Ron bent forward slightly, picking up a bag of supplies he had brought along with him and placing it on the bed.
"Nurse Ron, at your service! Pain killers, hot water bottle, and of course, chocolate."
The items he listed were placed on Kim's duvet one by one, but Ron immediately went back to the hot water bottle and offered it to her. He beckoned for the pillow she was holding against her tummy and moved it out of the way. With a practiced level of care, he then tugged up the front of her shirt just slightly, and gently pressed the warm rubber into her skin, making her melt.
Kim's lips wobbled into a grateful grin as she gazed up at Ron, stopping with a giggle when Rufus leaped from his human's shoulder and settled on top of the water bottle for himself.
The chocolate that Ron opened next engulfed Kim's sense of smell. Her abdomen was already feeling better, and despite the heat radiating from her middle, a cool coat of goosebumps was dancing it's way up her arms. Her best friend had always been the most comforting support whenever she was feeling particularly crappy around her time of the month - just as he had promised to be all those years ago.
Though, Kim had to admit, the more hands-on approach Ron had adopted since the two started dating evoked a whole other kind of irresistible appreciation in her.
The teenage girl shifted over a bit then, coaxing her boyfriend to climb into the bed beside her. Ron was quick to oblige, and while he stayed sitting upright with his back against her headboard, Kim only snuggled downward, inching closer to him and resting her head between his chest and his stomach.
He was even warmer than her water bottle. And when Ron leaned down to kiss her hairline, Kim sighed in happiness.
"You're the best."
Kim was greeted with much less discomfort when she awoke the next morning.
It was Saturday mornings like these that Kim truly enjoyed - she had relaxed with a long, hot shower, and now was casually strolling down the stairs where she expected to find her mother having breakfast in the kitchen. The tweebs were at their weekly soccer game, along with their father who coached the team, and Kim was planning on meeting up with Ron in just another hour or so.
Oh, yes - it was definitely looking like the perfect start to another perfect Saturday.
"Morning, Mom," Kim exclaimed brightly as she rounded the corner from the living room.
Ann was sitting in their family's breakfast nook, sipping at a mug of coffee and glancing absently through the morning paper, "Morning, honey. Are you feeling better today?"
"So much better," Kim sighed with relief. She opened the door to the fridge, retrieving a bottle of orange juice to pour herself a glass.
"You were lucky not to get called out on any missions," Ann observed, "How do you normally handle that kind of cramping when you do get a hit on your site?"
As she joined her mum at the table, Kim simply shrugged her shoulders, "Pain killers and a butt kicking attitude."
Ann smiled inwardly. Her daughter certainly had that in spades.
She was grateful that Kim had overcome the worst of the pain for that month - as grateful as she was to have this regular one-on-one time with her daughter most Saturday mornings when James and the boys were out.
Ann narrowed her eyes then, as she happened to realise, well... exactly that. She and Kim were alone. There was no James, no Jim and Tim, and even rarer than that, there was no Ron. The moment in time presented a rather interesting opportunity. Recalling the conversation with her husband just a few short nights ago, Ann innocently stirred her spoon through her coffee.
And then, the older woman cleared her throat.
"The pill can actually help to regulate your period and minimise cramps for some women, you know," she dropped casually into the conversation, "Have you ever thought about going on birth control?"
When Ann looked up from her coffee to glance across the table at her daughter, Kim looked stunned. She took some obvious time to hesitate.
"To regulate my period... or for it's intended use?"
Ann heaved her shoulders up and down, "Either one?"
Kim for silent for another second or two. What the heck was going on? The Saturday morning chatter between herself and her mum was usually fun and gossiping and light-hearted, and never quite as serious as... whatever all of this suddenly was. Instead, Kim now found herself quickly trying to decipher whether or not Ann was attempting to lead her into some kind of confession, or even a trap.
"I mean... for cramps, maybe."
Kim was hesitant in her words, and Ann could tell. And yet, her mother didn't appear the least bit concerned, and certainly not any level of threatening. The thought struck her rather safely then. This was Ann that Kim was talking to, not James. And her tone wasn't accusatory, it was simply curious.
Okay.
Okay, then.
This conversation was actually happening.
"We kinda' already have the other thing covered with another method. One hundred per cent effective, too."
Ann's expression fell in an instance of pure horror at Kim's words, "Kimmie," she sniped, half-scolding, "I know I'm not that kind of doctor, but I thought if anything you'd know that there is no type of birth control that is one hundred - "
"Ron and I aren't having sex, Mom."
Kim punctuated her sentence with a slightly awkward chuckle. Ann frowned at first, clearly having been tricked by Kim's attempt to test the limit of their discussion. But then, she could only grin, matching the cheek in Kim's face.
She should have known. There was no way in hell Ann's motherly intuition was ever wrong.
"Okay, well that one is normally pretty fool-proof," she admitted, "But what happens when you decide abstinence isn't working for you anymore?"
There was another lapse in their dialogue as Kim chewed down on her bottom lip, "I guess I haven't really thought about it."
"Do you two ever discuss it?"
"Not... overly."
Kim wanted to kick herself under the table. And not because of the traditionally taboo conversation she had been unexpectedly towed into. It was quite the opposite, actually - Kim had gone to Ann with all kinds of questions about sex and puberty and growing up all throughout her teenage years. The two had always been an open book with one another. It was just that none of those questions had ever specifically pertained to an actual relationship like the one Kim was in now.
And this wasn't just any relationship. This was potentially the most important relationship Kim would have for her entire life. This was Ron, and Kim didn't want to mess that up.
The reason for her sudden onset embarrassment was largely down to the fact that Kim could already hear the advice she was sure her mum was about to bestow upon her.
You two have to talk about it... so then, why hadn't they?
"It's just, like..." Kim started, before trailing off again. She stopped, took a considered sip of her OJ, and then huffed out a determined breath. There was no use in speaking in half-truths now.
"We've done some things... definitely not everything, but some things. And I guess those are the only things we talk about."
Ann held her sympathetic gaze on her daughter. She was relieved that Kim felt comfortable sharing this part of her ever-evolving life with her.
"Well, honey, I think that's a good start. Sounds like your communication could be worse."
"But I know I want to be with him," Kim snapped back, sort of not thinking, "I've told him myself that it's okay for us to talk about sex, but Ron just kinda' gets so awkward, and then that makes me nervous and I shut down, too, and... ugh."
"So, you do want to be with him? Like that?"
"...Yeah. But not right now," Kim answered bravely, her cheeks pale, "Is that, like... bad, though? Are we too young? Should we wait longer? What if - "
"Kim," Ann cut back in over Kim's frantic babbling, "The only people who really know the answer to that are you and Ron. And as much as me and your dad might not like to admit it, you're both almost adults."
"You're not going to tell Dad I said any of this, though, are you?"
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, sweetheart," her mother assured her with a comforting wink.
Kim's heart rate was starting to slow back to a normal pace now. She watched as Ann took the last sip of her coffee, giving Kim the space to say anything else she was needing to get off her chest. It didn't seem as funny now, but the more Kim was speaking, the less nervous she was beginning to feel. Maybe there was something in all this she could translate to her conversations with Ron.
But her boyfriend certainly couldn't answer any of questions as openly and concisely as her mother could.
"Does it hurt the first time?" Kim asked.
Ann offered a small shake of her head with a slight chuckle, "It's different for every woman, honey, but you shouldn't worry. As long as you're both looking after each other and not feeling like you're being pressured," she furrowed her brow then, "But if I'm playing 'bad cop' for your father's sake, I assume I don't have to worry about any of that?"
The question almost landed as an insult as Kim immediately shot back, "So not the drama on the pressure front. Ron would never."
As she reached across the table for her daughter's arm to give it a gentle squeeze, Ann didn't press the subject any further. The older woman had expected nothing less.
"Well, there are other things you can keep in mind to make your first time a little less uncomfortable. But you might not want to hear the details."
Kim raised a curious eyebrow, watching as Ann stood from the table and retrieved her empty coffee mug. The teenager was daring her mum to go on, but she quickly regretted her decision.
"You know? Foreplay, lubrication - "
"Ew, okay! No details, no details!"
Ann laughed at the embarrassment that flashed behind Kim's eyes. She certainly wasn't the same little red-headed girl in pigtails anymore. But Ann could tell that Kim wasn't quite ready to go all the way with Ron - not just yet.
Although, was she closer now than she had been at the start of their conversation? Only time would tell.
"The one thing I will say for sure - if you're both not mature enough to talk about sex, you're certainly not mature enough to be having sex."
The final thought from her mother struck a note in Kim's core as she chewed down on her bottom lip and nodded her head in silent agreement. She stared down at the last of her juice in the bottom of her glass, expected to be left on her own, but Ann's voice sung out one last time as she was halfway to the next room.
"And please, honey - it's up to you, but I hope you come and talk to me when the time does come so we can make sure you're safe. We don't need any little accidents getting in the way of your and Ron's first year of college."
Kim's heart skipped a beat.
She watched as Ann ultimately left for the living room to head back upstairs, finally leaving Kim in the silence of the kitchen.
College, she repeated to herself. Another topic that she and Ron hadn't been quite brave enough to broach yet.
Awesome...
Kim huffed out a heavy breath, only slightly annoyed at herself, but definitely feeling a lot better after speaking with her mother. She only hoped that whatever conversation she chose to have next with Ron would come just as easily.
She blinked in surprise then as her phone suddenly pinged from its place on the table. When she flipped it open and read the short, sweet text, Kim smiled.
Ron, 8:32 a.m.
Feeling better beautiful? Chocolate shakes for breakfast? :)
God, she adored him.
With a shake of her head, Kim's expression only brightened as she erased any of the more pressing thoughts in her mind and focused on replying back to her boyfriend.
They certainly had a lot they were needing to talk about, and with the final semester of their senior year approaching, Kim and Ron were fast running out of time. She needed to be brave enough for the both of them by taking the lead. But college, sex, their future? Kim wasn't sure what exactly she was brave enough to tackle first, or when.
She just knew she had to figure it out - and soon.
Hello! I'm back! And I missed you all!
I hope you all enjoyed this latest installment. To be honest, I was sort of worried because I didn't want to be too TMI with this chapter, but sex isn't taboo, and periods aren't either :) Plus, it all opened the door for the convo between Ann and Kim!
As a side note, there are lemons coming I PROMISE :') I've been questioned on that a couple of times, but they aren't the only basis to this story, and I did flag from the start that this was the case. I super appreciate everyone else's constant love and positivity in the meantime. You guys are the best. And... you may not have to wait too long until another more sexy chapter ;)
I hope everyone is healthy and safe!
Till next time,
Reneyyyyyyyy x