The last thing Tiffany remembered about her dream before she woke up was Scott wearing a Seahawks jersey, having just been traded from the Rams. In the dream, she felt Zane moving in her belly under her Rams jersey. Scott's contract with the Rams had allowed them to buy this house, and his broadcasting career had taken care of them since. Awake, she felt it under her nightshirt. After naming their first three kids Andrea, Brendan and Candace, she was hoping this was a boy, because she wasn't crazy about Zelda. She reflected how she'd been spent most of the last 22 years pregnant at the hands of her loving big brother. At six months, she could barely see her toes well enough to put her house shoes on. She walked past the kitchen where the three teen-age girls were having breakfast. She heard muffled voices, and she followed the sound to Andrea's room. Andrea was riding Don while Don sucked Brendan's dick. She heard a baby in the next room, which wasn't Yadier's room. Candace was lying in bed holding a new baby. She held it up and said, "Say hi to Grandma!"
Tiffany woke up again. She looked down to confirm that there was no baby in her belly, or at least not big enough to see. She looked at her door and saw her cap and gown hanging on the hook above the mirror. She was still a senior, and graduation was two weeks away. It was Thursday, Scott was coming home that night, and they had a lot to talk about.
Early that evening, Tiffany heard a car pull into the driveway. She squealed when she saw it was Scott's. "Goodness, Tiffany!" her mom said. "The only time I've ever squealed like that, I was in the third row when New Kids on the Block took the stage."
"I miss my brother," Tiffany said.
"He's only been gone a week and a half," Mom pointed out.
When Scott opened the door, Tiffany wanted to run to him and squeeze him, but she felt like she'd already given too much away, so she let Mom get to him first. While Mom hugged him, Tiffany kissed his cheek and took his duffel bag to his room. She listened to make sure everyone was still in the living room, then quietly unzipped it. He had the two condoms they didn't use last time and another package of six. She zipped the bag up again and went back. "Do you need any more help?" she asked.
"I've got a couple bags and my electronics," Scott answered.
Their parents followed them to his car. Scott pulled out a bag of laundry, which fell with a thud to the ground. Their dad picked it up. Scott handed his laptop to Tiffany and a smaller bag of clothes to his mom. He took his two speakers in himself. After the usual small talk about exams and next semester's schedule, dinner was ready. Scott also mentioned that he'd landed a job at the theme park nearby. The topic then was Tiffany's graduation and her plans. She'd been accepted at the community college and a state college two and half hours away but hadn't chosen yet. She could see Scott's disappointment when she mentioned the state college, because he knew it was west, so not very convenient for visiting.
After their parents were asleep, Tiffany went into Scott's room. He didn't get out of his chair. "As much as I'm looking forward to this summer, I'm worn out from finals week. Can we try tomorrow morning?"
"We need to talk."
"Regrets? Can't say I'm too surprised," he said. "Danger only keeps things exciting for so long."
"There's driving recklessly, and there's wrecking the car."
"You mean we-?"
"I'm late," Tiffany said. "Sort of. I shouldn't be on my period yet, but I should be feeling the symptoms, and I haven't."
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"I liked fucking you knowing what could happen, but you didn't want-"
"I didn't want you to miss out on school. And I don't wanna miss it myself, but I'm finishing this year, so it's not as big a problem for me." Tiffany started to cry.
Scott got up. He walked her to his bed, and they sat down next to each other. "It'll be okay. I mean, do you want to keep it?" She didn't look up, and he thought for a second. "I meant raise it, but do you even want to have it?"
Through her tears, Tiffany said, "I know I've been to all those pro-choice rallies, but I can't bring myself to not carry it through. And the thought of me not knowing where he is, let alone you, ..."
"Tiffany, I want what's best for all of us. If you don't think you-or we-can raise it, then letting someone else raise it is the best choice."
"But, Scott, that's not even the worst part."
"What is it?"
"You care so much about me that you insisted on using a rubber."
"They don't always work. I understand that."
