It’s been over a week, and I still had the same worry hanging over my mind, and today, I’d be talking about it with someone I felt like could shed some more light over it.

Walking in her study, I saw why I hadn’t seen Jacob in the dining room. I felt a bit bad interrupting what looked like flirting between the two, but I was supposed to come drink tea with Mrs. Fletcher before going home. I still tried to excuse myself, but the old lady insisted for me to sit with them for a bit, and told me that old folk liked having younger people around.

“How’s Abby doing?” she asked as she serviced some butter cookies for me to have with the tea. “Still lovingly pestering you all day?”

I glanced at Jacob, wondering if he’d be interested in hearing me talk about my love life with another girl.

“I’d like to hear too,” he said with his movie-star smile. “I’m curious to know how two girls date. I never had a chance to talk about it with someone in your peculiar position.”

“We date exactly like any other couple... I think. At least, we do the same stuff Mathilda and her boyfriend do,” I explained while considering if I should postpone my talk with her or not.

Since I had interrupted their moment, I wouldn’t feel right if I asked him to give us some privacy, so I was just about to give up on that when Mrs. Fletcher asked if something was bothering me.

I considered it a bit longer before deciding to go on with it. I wouldn’t be sharing much personal information in front of Jacob, that being the deciding factor.

“Last week, we went camping with our friends,” I started.

“Yes, I’ve been told about it. Mathilda said she had lots of fun.”

“...Did she also tell you about us having ran into Abby’s mum?”

She said that according to her memory, it had been more like she had run into us. Pedantics aside, I told her that a woman was with her and that Abby believed she wanted her mum to apologise for the way she treated Abby.

“Hmm, yes... I also think Josephine’s aiming for that too.”

“You know her!?”

“Just barely. I know she was very close to Elena when they were about your age, but suddenly, they grew apart. I also know that Elena’s divorce was what spurred her to come back.”

“...To what end?”

“Guilt perhaps?” Mrs. Fletcher suggested with a shrug. “I didn’t ask her when we talked, and she didn’t tell me either. Are you afraid that she’ll unwittingly bring more suffering towards Abby?”

That was precisely it, and I had my doubts that she didn’t know her reasons. She must have had an inkling at least.

I had no hopes that Elena could change for the better. Even if she did, who could be sure that she’d not have a relapse and say or do something terrible to Abby, opening old wounds and creating new ones?

I was clenching the fabric of my pants when two wrinkly hands came to rest on them. One from Jacob, the other from Mrs. Fletcher. And while Jacob offered a sympathetic smile, Mrs. Fletcher’s seemed to be based on knowledge.

“Don’t worry, Violet,” she told me. “I have in good authority that Josephine will be able to help Elena regain the kindness she once had. And besides that, Abby now has you, Willima and your dad, Sophie and your friends. But most importantly, she’s got you, doesn’t she?”

“...Yeah... I just hope it won’t become necessary.”

She smiled warmly and tapped gently my hand.

She told me to finish up my tea and to hurry going back to Abby so I could take my mind off things I couldn’t control.

“At least that’s the impression I got from what I heard from Mathilda and have been seeing from you,” she said, smirking as she brought her cup to her mouth for a sip.

Even though the future was still uncertain, I was feeling a little bit better about it. I was feeling like I could finally move past it anyway. Mrs. Fletcher had a way of knowing things she shouldn’t be able to, so, I’d put some faith in her words of assurance.

♥♥♥

I had fallen back asleep, because when I realised that Violet was back, she had already stripped down to her panties—me having missed the strip show—and was lying on my back, tightly embracing me as she smooched my face.

“Hi there,” she hummed to my ear.

“Hey! That’s my line!” I joked as I moved my hands over hers.

We both laughed before I asked how she was feeling and how was work.

I was happy to hear that she was feeling well. Despite having cramps, they felt more like muscle twitches than painful. The worst she had gotten since she woke up registering at only a three in a scale of one to ten.

“Want me to give your tummy a rub anyway?” I asked.

“Only if I can give yours one too,” she said, moving a hand down under my bellybutton. “I’m feeling particularly sweet today.”

Hehe. Sweet as honey?” I asked as I turned to be belly-side up while she slid so only half of her covered me, her hand starting to caress my stomach.

As for work, she told me there had been less guests today, so Violet had managed to come home a bit earlier.

I gave her nose a small lick. “Nope, even sweeter than honey,” I joked before she started kissing me. It felt like she was back to her usual self, judging by the way she was kissing me.

I was letting out another happy moan as her tongue came to play with mine when one of our phones started ringing.

We both clicked our tongues, both out of frustration for having our moment interrupted while I mostly did it to mimic her as a joke.

As she picked the phone, I slid down to kiss her belly.

“Yes?” she said, not really hiding her annoyance towards the caller. “A bit, yeah, Abby and I were just about to have breakfast together... Hmm? Really? A car? Huh... When...? In an hour would be ok...? Ok then, we’ll be there.”

Violet was looking intrigued, and so was I as a result. For her to be like that after having been so annoyed, it had to be good.

So, apparently, Stephen had finished working on his project car and wanted to show us the result of two years of work.

“What kind of car?” I asked, sitting by Violet and joining her in getting ready. Dibs on your shirt! I quickly added, seeing Violet looking at her white work shirt with the eyes of someone thinking about putting it in the washer.

“Dunno,” she told me as she handed me her shirt that I quickly put on and turned to face her, waiting for Violet to catch the hint that I wanted her buttoning it up for me. “Pfft, fufu! Fine.”

“I bet it’s an old muscle car!” I said, making sure Violet’s bra had been put on correctly. That was my ready excused anyway. Having my hands still while that excited and with her close by was impossible. It was always fun to fondle her too.

When she finished buttoning me up, her hands slid down to my chest. I thought she was going to fondle me too, but her hands sat still. Looking at her face, it looked like she was thinking about stuff.

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“Do you think we should get a driver's license?” she asked, finally starting to caress me too.

“Do you think that I can even look over the dashboard while also reaching the pedals?” I asked back, partly joking, but mostly serious.

After some thinking, she pulled me closer to fondle my butt and changed the question to her being the only one of us to get one if I wasn’t tall enough.

I tip-toed with Violet giving me a boost up and pulled her head down for a big kiss before saying she shouldn’t worry about that until we were settled once I started university. If she was going to be a housewife, she’d have time to focus on that when not doing chores or working part-time.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she hummed. “I’ll think about it then.

“Hehe, good, good. No point in stressing that n—Hmm! Mmh! Ah! Hmm! Ah-haha sto—Hmm!”

Violet laughed as she kissed and tickled me. When satisfied, she told me that we needed to hurry up. She said that, but Violet was still tickling me and holding a lovely sadistic smile as I pretended trying to get myself free.

The rest of the gang was waiting for us by the entrance to Stephen’s workshop. Well, his dad’s. Anyway, he was looking pretty cool with his jumpsuit on. He looked like the real deal.

“I am the real deal,” he said, sounding slightly offended by my comment. “I can take apart and engine and put back together while blindfolded faster than you can go through the ABC.”

“Oh, quit it!” Mathilda urged, grabbing his arm as she hopped in place with a wide smile. “I’m dying to see what you did!”

I asked if she really had no idea what car it was and how it looked. She answered me that he had kept it a secret from everyone but his father. Any time she or Mathew came by, he’d cover it with thick covers to hide it.

As Mathilda told us that, I heard Violet mumble to herself something. Once I had the opportunity, I asked what was up.

She was finding the workshop very neat and clean.

Truth be told, it was. I didn’t know what to expected in terms of cleanliness, but the tools and stuff were either stored away or carefully tucked to a side.

“A tidy workshop is an efficient workshop,” Stephen said, having heard our whispers. “And if the floor is clean, it’s less likely that someone slips and falls. Not really ideal when you’re handling big hunks of metal around.”

I kept it to myself, but I thought that, had Violet not turned to like girls, Stephen would have been a good partner for her after all. A relaxed guy, but hardworking and neat. Of course, that’d mean Mathilda would have to move on to someone else. Jokingly, I thought that in that universe, that someone could have turned to be me, with how much jokes she did about being our third member in our relationship.

Somehow... I don’t think things would work out.

“What’s up with you?” Violet asked as she watched me hugging her arm and rub my face on her.

“I’m very thankful for having been born in this world.”

“Huh? Erm, yeah, me too, but... really, what’s up with you?”

I’d explain it to her later, right now, it was the car reveal.

Stephen didn’t waste time with speeches and such before yanking away the sheet covering the car we were gathered to see.

I was spot on, it was a muscle car painted a candy red, slightly glossy and with chrome accents and wheels. The seats where covered in brown leather and were spacious enough for us all to fit inside.

That was the plan, right after he started the engine.

Mathew described it best, it sounded angry and mean, hungry to go far and fast.

“It’s a V-eight after all!” Stephen shouted over the car roar.

Only Mathew knew what it meant, and it sounded awesome to him.

As for the ride...

“Should we really do that?” Violet asked, always the voice of reason. “None of us have a driving license, right?”

“Oh, come on! Live a little!” Mathilda said, excitedly taking her seat by Stephen. “He’s been driving since he was twelve, so don’t worry!”

Violet wanted to argue that but gave up and simply shook her head.

Mathilda urged us again to hop on in, but the rest of us three exchanged a look, silently agreeing on something.

“How about you two go for a ride alone?” Mathew said.

“Yeah, as his girlfriend, Mathilda should have the first ride,” I added.

“Exactly. Just make sure the rest of us don’t run the risk of getting preggo when seating inside,” Mathew added, ruining the moment a bit with his crass joke.

A crass joke that gave me an idea for the future.

When the two drove out of the garage, I told Violet that she should really consider getting a license.

She looked at me once, and saw right through me because she turned a bit red as she had the same thought I had a moment ago.

Although... since we lived together, making love in the car after a date and before going home was a bit redundant, wasn’t it?

Well, when Violet gets in the mood, it’s hard to say no, so...

Judging by the way she had tilted her head and shrugged afterwards, she had that same thought too.

“You girls think he’ll let me drive?” Mathew asked, interrupting our silent conversation.

“You know how to drive too?”

“In racing games, yes.”

Then, that’d likely be a solid no.

Regardless of that, me and him still asked if we could try just sitting on the driver's seat.

Mathew was all right there, but I could either look over the dash or reach the pedals while barely seeing what was ahead.

“Hold on, I can fix that,” Mathilda said, offering me a hand to leave the car. She made Violet take the seat and then sat me on her lap. “There! Now you can reach the pedals and still see the road!”

I also felt like a little kid on her mother’s lap while pretending to be driving.

Violet on the other hand was back to thoughts that were adult-rated. I could tell by the way she was hugging my waist and the sound of her heartbeat.

“You could even drive around like that and take turns without needing to stop,” Mathilda said, holding her face. “Although you’d have to eventually stop to fill up the tank and empty the rest.”

“And stretch the legs,” Violet added.

“You want to have even longer legs?” Mathilda joked.

We stepped out and were replaced by the other couple. Stephen explained to Mathilda what each pedal did and how to use the shift, and very flirtatiously, I might add. They were looking very cute too, especially when Mathilda giggled because Stephen's breath tickled her ear.

“I was going to ask you to teach me too, but if that’s how you do it, I think I’ll skip.”

“Come on, don’t be like that!” Stephen told his friend with a sweet voice as he grabbed his hand very affectionately. “You know you’re going to love it too.”

“Only if I can run you over afterwards.”

“For you, anything,” Stephen said, starting to crack a laugh as he blew his friend a kiss. “You can always run me—pfft!”

He had reached his limit and started laughing out loud while Mathilda scooted over to her seat as she said for us to get in and go on the group ride before she started writing fiction of those two being a couple.

That was another universe I was curious if it existed or not, and how it was if it did.

♥♥♥

A car from the eighties and music of the appropriate era. Talk about a trip in time, right?

We also stopped to grab some pizza that we ate at the small picnic area just by the trail we walked up when we went camping. There, we had a conversation I was remembering when I woke up from the nap I took after we got home.

Abby was still fast asleep and drooling all over my underwear, so I patted her hair as I waited, for her to also wake up. I wondered what she was dreaming about this time while sleeping between my legs, hugging one and resting her head on my hip.

“Hi there,” she giggled when she woke up. “Pfft, hehe! Sorry, my drool makes it look like you peed yourself.”

It sure did, and it was a bit uncomfortable, but Abby only drooled that much when she was having a good sleep. As such, I didn’t mind it and asked what her dreams had been about.

“With how close my face was to your unmentionables, you’d think they were about naughty stuff,” she said, still starring at my groin. “Technically, it was, but It was mostly about us going on a date and have fun though.”

That checked out. I had seen no usual signs of Abby having naughty dreams, so I believed her.

And Abby on the other hand saw that I was worrying about something, and knew exactly what it was, making me rest my head on her lap after I changed underwear so she’d stop staring at it and speak out my worries.

During lunch, Mathilda announced that she’d start uploading videos about movies as a V-tuber and that she’d like to do that professionally.

Stephen then said that he decided he wanted to customise cars besides simply fixing and that his father liked the idea.

Mathew had been watching videos about game making and got particularly interested in level design and was considering pursuing that.

Abby still had her mind fixed on becoming a PE teacher.

I was feeling a bit down because they all had those aspirations while I seemed to be taking the path of least resistance.

“...Once we start living together in our own place, I won’t have to worry about coking when I get home, cleaning up the house, doing the laundry, take out the trash, make sure everything is paid when the time comes, calling someone when something breaks, and more importantly, I’ll have someone who loves and missed me waiting. One day, we’ll also have a child that will need support and attention, and you’ll be the one who can spend the most time with them. Thanks to you, I’ll have all the time of the world to concentrate in my studies, job, and know that my kid is in safe hands. I don’t think all that is easy at all. Ands you’ll be working part-time too, right?”

“I know, but...”

“...But? What? It isn’t as... glamorous or something?”

It wasn’t it, but it felt close enough for me to agree at first before I realised what bothered me.

“Doesn’t it sometimes feel like working is what’s expected of girls nowadays? Like, if you don’t work, you’re a parasite to society or plain lazy? We are both girls too, so—”

“Who cares what others think?” she chuckled. “I should be the only person whose opinion you should worry about, and I honestly think that you’re the most hardworking person I know of, and I also know how hard it can be to manage a household. The only reason you take any breaks is because of me after all.”

She was right again, and I managed to smile, my mind feeling a lot more at ease.

I sat up and hugged her head against my chest before collapsing us to the side.

“I love you so much,” I told her as I nuzzled her hair. “What would be of me if it weren’t for you?”

“Oh, you’d manage,” she said, pushing her head up so we’d be face-to-face. “You’d be a lot more miserable, but you’d manage.”

“...Pfft, fufu. ‘A lot more miserable?’” I quoted. “Honey, I’m not miserable, only happy, and it’s all thanks to you.”

She joked that I still tended to let thoughts weigh me down into a bad mood, but that lead me to further prove my point. Any time I started to feel bogged down, she’d make me talk it out and find a way to take the weigh away.

“’Happy wife, happy marriage’” she quoted before giving me a kiss. “And you make me plenty happy too. Ah! I still intend to help around the house when I’m home, just so you know. I made it sound like I wouldn’t just now.”

“Fufu, I know. I cook, you eat. I clean, and you dirty. I—”

That not it at all!” she cried out with a laugh.

Yeah, as long as we were both willing to put in the effort, nothing could take us down.

Not her mum, not my silly worries about things outside my control.

As long as we talked about things and came up agreeing at the end, then, we’d manage and stay happy and together.