"You could have given me just a couple more seconds," I groan. "We were just about to kiss!"

"Just... Just get dressed and meet me in the kitchen," she mumbles, covering her eyes.

"If I can live through the trauma of catching you and dad going at it in the kitchen counter you can see me about to kiss a girl, who by the way is dressed." I look down at Luna's sexy figure. "Well, half-dressed," I smirk.

"Not the time to be funny you asshole," she growls, swatting at my chest.

"Dylan Davis," mom grits out. "Out in the kitchen in 5 minutes, dressed!" 

Then she turns around and leaves us alone again. 

"Right, where were we?" I ask Luna, bringing my face close to hers again.

"Get off of me," she grits out, pushing me off of her. 

"Damn, what's wrong with women this morning?" I snicker. 

My sass is quick to dissolve when Luna stands up from the bed, giving me one hell of a view of her thong covered bottom. She bends over to pick up her sweats and that's enough to do me over and give me a semi.

That's one hell of a luscious and round ass.

"Oh fucking hell," I groan, digging my head into my pillow. 

"Focus pervert, go get dressed," she snaps. 

"I am hungover, cut me some slack," I whine. 

"Oh really? You didn't seem much affected by that hangover when you were grinding against me." 

"Well, it was doing wonders. If it weren't for my mom's interruption you would have cured this hangover by now." 

"I don't know which one is more annoying, clingy drunk Dylan or clingy cocky-sober Dylan." 

"You'll find soon enough that there isn't much difference between the two," I inform her. "I've been holding on a whole lot around you because I was loyal to someone. But don't forget I am single now," I can't help the edge on my voice.

I haven't processed much yet but most of the anger has subsided. It has made me realize that I am not as hurt as I thought I'd be but the fact that my girlfriend was fucking someone else. I am hurt that my best friend wasn't true to me and still blamed me when  I confronted her.

"Yeah, a girlfriend you admittedly loved. I am not going to get involved with you while you're pinning for someone else."

I can't help but laugh. I was fucking naïve to think that the kind of love I had for Abby was romantic. It doesn't seem much like it now. 

"It doesn't mean I can't flirt and shoot my shot," I smirk.

"Yeah well, you can flirt all you want, it doesn't mean that just because you're single now that I'll give in to your charm."

Standing up and putting on some shorts, I answer, "I wouldn't expect anything else from you." 

"You're such an ass." 

I know. 

I'm an ass to believe that my best friend was that when she can't care for anything else than her own ass. Well, pussy in this case.

To think that I've suppressed several urges and fantasies because Abby thought they were outrageous and kept doing it vanilla while she allows random guys to fuck her from behind on a fucking desk while she wouldn't even let me do it. 

Yeah, okay, no. 

I need to stop thinking about this shit. 

"Let's go meet Momma Willow." Snaking my arm around her shoulders I bring her with me to the kitchen.

Luna resists slightly at first saying she doesn't want to intrude on a family discussion and I laugh in her face. Mom would think I'm fucking rude for not bringing her out with me. 

"It's just a little scold, my mom is inoffensive. I'll get a warning and that's-" my voice dies down when I see my mom and dad sitting on my uncle's stools. "Fuck." I whisper.

"What were you saying?" Luna asks, amused and I grunt in response.

"Hey guys," I say, after clearing my throat. 

Uncle Jake chuckles from the corner of the kitchen where the stove is. Probably preparing breakfast.

"We're waiting," Dad says, eerily calm.

Too calm. That's what happens when he's holding in, trying not to lash out. I'm in for good. 

Shit. 

"You see, I have no excuse for yesterday." I decide to go with honesty. "I was mad and I wasn't thinking." 

Thank god I'm shirtless, otherwise, I'd be tugging at my collar right now. I am still hot from the fear, though.

My parents were never ones to give me big scoldings because they were always sure to let me know the boundaries. Of course, I've pushed on them a little throughout the years but I've never been one to fuck up too much. 

It was always innocent trouble that I'd get into. The worse ones, Uncle Jake always took the blame for me. But there's no escaping out of this one.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" Dad asks, his voice is strained.

It's coming. It's only a matter of time until he explodes. 

"Dad, you guys are right. I fucked up, bad." I confess and he scoffs.

"Bad? I was working when that kid arrived at the hospital, when one f my colleagues called me saying someone had come in because my son had allegedly beat them up I laughed in their face. There's no way my kid would do that. Right?" He stands up with fire in his eyes. "Well, I guess I was wrong. He was in a bad shape. He pressed charges, you'll be lucky if you don't go to jail." 

My jaw ticks at his words.

If there's someone who knows how bad my temper gets sometimes it's him. He's as impulsive as I am.

"Well, if I have to go, I'll fucking go." I counter.

"Dylan," my dad warns.

"No. What would you do if you had found your girlfriend or mom for that matter, being fucked by another man, huh?"

Dad hesitates and I know I got him. He would have done the exact same. 

"He's lucky I stopped before he got worse. I turned around and left just like mom taught me. Did I do it a little bit later than I should have? Yes, but fuck. I was about to be honest with her, and tell her it wasn't working, that we should break up because I was confused. I was holding on to the loyalty I felt towards her and she fucking stabbed me without thinking twice. So sorry for being upset and fucking things up!" I exclaim.

I'm almost panting now, from the adrenaline of standing up to my dad. I don't do this often.
Scratch that, I never do this but I can't do it right now.

"I don't want to ruin the serious parent façade going on Liam, but Dylan is right," Uncle Jake chimes in. "You'd beat the guy up. Remember that one time where this guy was hitting on Willow? I was the reason you didn't punch him." 

"Why didn't you inherit my temper?" Mom sighs.

"I guess it was Karma, dear sister, for running away from his father," Jake jokes.

"We're trying to scold Dylan, Jake. Could you stop discrediting us?" 

"I know I fucked up," I exclaim, exasperated.

"Dylan, watch your language! Your brothers are in the living room playing, they could hear you." 

"You have brothers?" Luna speaks for the first time, reminding me of her presence.

I nod and she eagerly says, "Cool. This is private so, I'll keep them company and all..."

"Thank you," mom says. "Dylan, you need to understand that what you did was wrong-"

"I know. I'll gladly apologize if that's what he wants," I grunt. "It was her fault anyway."

"How are you?" Dad asks, in a softer tone. 

"I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it." 

Finding plates and some cutlery for breakfast, I try to avoid everyone's eyes on me.

"Dy, you guys were together for a few years and she was your best friend you're not fine," dad tries.

"Liam, maybe it's-" 

"Okay fine. I am not fine. I am angry," I confess. "I am fucking angry for being played by my best friend. Do you know what's worse? I held back from what I wanted out of respect for her, I was going to break things off and then find that! She even had the nerve to tell me it was my fucking fault!" 

"You have every right to be angry, son. I know what you're feeling but you can't let it consume you." 

Looking back at them, I can see his understanding expression but what catches my attention is not him.

It's my mom's. Her saddened expression while looking at my dad. I know that look, it's guilt.

My dad has forgiven her and is still crazy about her but I know that she will always feel guilty for the years he lost.

"I know, that's why I don't want to talk about it. I just want to move on." 

"Just, if you need anything, you know you can talk to us, right?" 

"Always, dad." 

"Good, let's go have breakfast then." 

"I'm going to call Luna and the boys," I tell them.

"About that, who is the girl?" He cocks an eyebrow with a smug face.

"She's...a friend." 

"A pretty friend," Jake chimes in.

"Shut up grandad!" 

He gasps, pressing his hand to his chest.

"I'll have you know, I am barely old enough to be a parent!"

"Keep dreaming Jake," mom snickers and we all laugh before heading to the living room and leaving him alone in the kitchen, complaining about our insensitivity.

"Would you look at that?" Mom whispers as soon as we enter the large division.

The sight before me warms my heart and makes my head spin. Abby would never spare more than a second with my brothers, being just polite to greet them and drag me to the bedroom where we could be alone. 

And when she would stay over for dinner she would always give them short answers and quickly divert the attention to other things, or her.

But this...

Luna is sitting right next to Jeremy on the floor, both in front of the television. She's crossed legged with calm Wilder on her lap, caged in her arms while she plays Crash against Jeremy.

"You see, you press this one to jump, like this," she mumbles.

Wilder's sole attention is on her and the TV while Jeremy struggles to keep up with her in the game.

"That's not fair," he whines when she wins the game.

"Dude, suck it up. Better luck next time." 

I choke on my own breath at her choice of words, waiting for my mom's scolding but instead both of my parents laugh.

They laugh!

They don't laugh when I am the one cursing. 

Talk about equality, jeez.

The sounds bring her attention to us and she gasps in surprise.

"Hey Luna, sorry for not being polite and introducing ourselves." Mom greets her before she can say anything.

"H-ey." she stutters like a fool.

Good. I don't want to be the only one stuttering around here, she makes me do it too much already. 

"We were just about to have breakfast." 

"I can leave-"

"Fuck no," I exclaim, gaining a swat on my arm. "She just cursed and you didn't even scold her. Why am I even being beaten up?"

"Shush," mom whispers. "No dear, we came here to call the three of you for breakfast." 

"Me?" 

"Why, of course! Come on," she ushers her into the kitchen before whispering to her hear. "I want to know all about the girl who has my boy so smitten." 

Luna glances at me with wide eyes and cheeks ablaze and I groan. 

They are going to embarrass the hell out of me, for sure.

⛓️ A u t h o r ' s N o t e ⛓️

Now, do I do a breakfast chapter or do I skip it? I've been having too much fun with these eheh

I feel like... Luna Dylan and Jake on the same table for breakfast is bound to get a little chaotic - at least in my brain. what do you guys say? 

This is not edited so, if you find mistakes, point them out. I'll be thankful!