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can take a swing, I throw my arms up. “There was no butter churning, bacon making or any other kind of food related activity going on in here.”
    “Alexis,” Pop-pop says and when his eyes land on me red hot flames of embarrassment flicker up my neck into my cheeks. “We’ve talked about this.”
    My head falls in shame. Grams and Pop-pop are like my own grandparents and I hate that I broke their one rule.
    “I’m sorry,” I say, needing them to know I would never outright disrespect them.
    “I hate to break it to you, but I just used the last piece of toilet paper,” Brett says from the hallway and I pray he stays there. We already have enough of a crowd. Plus I don’t need any comments from the Peanut Gallery that is Brett.
    “What’s going on?” Brett says, sidestepping Pop-pop and entering Ryan’s room. “Oh snap!” he laughs out. “Can you say awkward?”
    Ryan throws a pillow across the room, missing Pop-pop by an inch and smacking Brett right in the face.
    “What the fu—”
    Grams turns her glare to Brett and he clears his throat.
    “What about that fudge,” Brett says with a cocky grin, “you promised me?”
    Grams arches an eyebrow, and he holds his hands up in front of him.
    “Okay. Okay. I’m going.”
    “Now back to you two. I don’t see any wrappers around. Does that mean you…Oh please tell me you used protection?”
    What? Why did I ever come out of these sheets? I slouch, wondering if I could get back under them without anyone noticing.
    Ryan stands up from the floor. “Like I said, it’s not what it looks like.”
    “I wasn’t born yesterday,” Grams says.
    “Ain’t that the truth,” Pop-pop says with a snort.
    “If we were doing what you think we were doing, don’t you think we’d be wearing a little less clothes?” Ryan asks and points to his boxers but even I know that’s not a good argument, especially considering the slit is dangerously close to revealing all.
    I throw the blanket off of me completely and reveal my t-shirt and leggings. “I’m fully dressed,” I say. “Because nothing happened, honest. I just didn’t want to spend the night alone.”
    Pop-pop and Grams look at each other, then back at me. “How’s your mom?” Pop-pop asks and it’s obvious he really wants to say is your mom still sober. For so long this was my safe house. The one place I could go to get away from my alcoholic mother. They never sent me away. Always had their door wide open for me. I’m forever indebted to them because of that.
    “She’s good,” I say. “Three months sober.”
    “I’m happy to hear that,” Grams says, hugging her bible to her chest.
    “If it’s not your mom then what is it?” Pop-pop asks.
    I bite my lip and try to force the tears from falling. They’ve known me long enough to know when there’s something wrong. I’m not even sure if they know my dad is back. Ryan tells them everything, but I’m not sure he’s had the chance to tell them the newest bombshell in the life of Alexis Boggs. I’m like a never ending soap opera.
    I swallow the human size lump in my throat and force out the words, and not because I feel obligated, but because they deserve the truth. “My dad’s back and…he’s dying.”
    Grams eyes shoot wide then she smooths out her apron and hauls me into a hug. “I’ll make brownies,” she says, taking my face in her hands for a moment. She turns to Pop-pop, wraps her fingers around his arm, and pulls him from the room.
    Ryan sits beside me, taking my face in his hands and gently runs his thumbs under my eyes. “Are you okay?”
    “Fine.”
    “You sure?” he asks.
    I place my hand on top of his. “Positive. I just have to pee.”
    Ryan laughs and I pinch his side. “That was pretty funny, wasn’t it?”
    “Oh it was, but that’s not what I’m laughing at.”
    “Then what are you laughing at?”
    His lips curve up in that adorable way. “We have no toilet paper.”
     
    ***
    Over a plate of brownies, I tell