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‘Really!’ Rose shook her head and blocked Abby from rolling into her for the second time, the girl was a wriggler.
‘You know what they say?...Long happy marriages are the ones filled with fights and fucks. You two seem to have that down to a T.’
‘You really are a tasteless tramp sometimes, with that mouth...How does Duncan put up with you?’ Rose scrambled on top of her, to suffocate her with a pillow childishly.
‘He’s far worse than me, and he silences me with the ability to make me squeal.’ Abby retorted boldly.
‘Oh, my god! Abby?... Really? You’re just after telling me I’m practically your mother and then you tell me that. You do realise I’m going to have to bleach my ears. Your brother is convinced you’re still a virgin and sleep in Duncan’s spare room down there!’ Rose fell back onto the bed hopelessly, a little shocked to find her sweet innocent Abby was not so sweet and innocent after all.
‘Really? Is he thick? I’m going out with a hot-blooded farm man. He herds cows who openly shag in fields on a daily basis, has probably delivered more calves than birthdays and he definitely knows about the birds and the bees. He may look quiet and gentle, like a manly muscular giant, but trust me, he’s practically bent his bed frame with the pounding he gives me.’ Abby chuckled, no hint of shame or embarrassment at her revelations at all.
‘I’m traumatised!’ Rose breathed slowly. Unable to really digest any of this conversation.
‘Shut up, you wuss.’ Abby leant up, kissing her on the cheek playfully. ‘If everyone was as sweet and innocent as you Rose, the world would have no need for porn channels.’
‘Where did this fowl potty mouth come from?’ Rose blinked at her in complete awe.
‘I think it’s always been there, but my new family of future in laws are a bad influence on me... Farmers!’ She shrugged unapologetically. ‘Besides, don’t look so shocked, my wavering nineteen fifties heroin.’ She was standing in her room now, pulling out dresses to hold in front of the mirror, flattened to her body. ‘You practically live with my brother! You’re okay with his nympho ways and put it down to what? Being male?...Hate to tell you, it’s more of a family trait than testosterone my lovely. And more than likely will pass it down to your sweet angelic cherubs.’
Rose could only shake her head. Amused and shocked but completely speechless. She had to agree, Rob was definitely very open about sex, highly sexed and shameless, much like his sister. Rose couldn’t be shocked at how she was as she was a lot like him.
‘What about this for the party?’ Abby turned to her, holding up a slinky black dress with a high split to the thigh and low-cut bodice. A little more lady of the night than the sister of the groom.
‘I think your brother could do with one less traumatic experience this week Ab’s. Maybe the white or cream one. Less skin and more sweet little sister; at least pretend you’re virginial still.’ She pushed, trying to limit the hissy fit Rob would take if he saw her dressed like that.
‘Fuck that! I have a boyfriend to keep on his toes. Gotta show him what he’s clinging onto, keep him keen and jealous!’ Abby wiggled her butt at Rose and continued to preen in the mirror with the scrap of fabric.
‘Where ever do you get your romantic insight Ab’s?’ Rose slid off the bed, pulling out a less devastating dress and handed it to her. Removing the black one carefully from her grip and chucking it to the chair nearby in a slump.
‘I learn from watching you two. A good example of how not to be!’ She grinned wickedly. Rose shoved her from behind playfully with a smile and caught her eye in the reflection.
‘Which one got a proposal first?’ Rose stuck her tongue out.
‘Look if you’re happy with that old-fashioned ring on your finger, settling down to play lady of the manor, and popping out the next generation on Munro kids in succession, then that’s fine. I’m more of a live young and go travelling around the world before I even contemplate marriage and babies.’
‘You make me sound old you know.’ Rose sighed and still watched her beautiful friend in the mirror, stroking her hair from behind in a maternal way.
‘I’m warning you, I know him too well. Too much like my dad. He will keep you barefoot and pregnant until your womb drops out your ass!’ Abby threw back with a raised brow and wide-eyed look that was a little too knowing.
‘I’m pretty sure that’s not where your womb is likely to drop out. It only disturbs me thinking that you and Duncan are doing something awfully wrong if that is your understanding of biology. Stuff I don‘t want to even contemplate or know about.’ Rose dodged the baby topic.
Abby wiggled her rear provocatively again with a devilish grin and bumped Rose backwards lightly. She caught her balance and moved back to perch on the edge of the bed once more, still watching her with the dress she was swishing around.
‘My dad would have had fifteen kids if he could, you know? I think Rob will be the same.’
‘I’m sure I would probably die if I tried to produce fifteen kids in succession, Abby. I also have some say over it.’ Rose smiled seriously, smoothing out her own summer dress across her knees. Abby turned to her slowly and surely and looked her dead in the eye with a laugh. ‘You have met my brother, haven’t you?’ Abby clocked her head to the side, smiling widely when Rose eye rolled. Suddenly looking thoughtful, Abby’s face took on a more somber look. ‘You have?...You know?...Been careful right? Used contraception or condoms?’
‘Yes.’ Rose smiled surely, answering quickly, but then faltered. ‘Most of the time.’
‘Most of the time?’ Abby blinked at her with a frown, worry overtaking that smile.
‘I’m on the pill Ab’s. Been on it for years. Sometimes I forget to take it occasionally, but I can assure you, everything’s been regular as clockwork.’
‘Sure?’
‘Sure!’ Rose mentally counted the weeks in the back of her mind, satisfied that she was only becoming paranoid because of Abby. She hadn’t missed her monthlies and she wasn’t due just yet.
‘Okay. Just don’t start becoming a baby factory too soon. We still have a lot of fun and parties to be had, before you settle down to be boring. Need my dancing partner for some time yet!’ Abby grinned, swishing her hair over her shoulder as she returned to the mirror for more preening and ogling of dresses.
‘I promise.’ Rose had to admit that it was something which had never even crossed her mind seriously.
Kids! Yes... One day she wanted them.
Right now, with Rob?...Maybe! It wouldn’t be bad if it happened. She wouldn’t be unhappy about it.
She brushed it away. Too soon and too serious. She still hadn’t even married him yet.
