Page 109 of Remiss
“By putting his cock in a girl. Dad told me.”
“Of course he did,” Rebel mumbled, embarrassed in spite of herself when she knew exactly how babies were made and had hacked into Diesel’s porn accounts enough to see the act.
“Sit down, Reb.”
“But–”
“I’m the man of the house, so you got to listen to me. Okay?”
“Fine.” She plopped on the nearest twin bed. “Now what?”
“Wait a minute.” Trying–and failing–to whistle, Axel took three cookies from the huge piled. “Be right back. This’ll make Winnie happy.”
“Wait!”
But he was gone. She should chase him and tell him not to disturb Winnie, but the kid moved fast. He would be in the bunk room by the time Rebel got in the middle of the hallway.
He returned before she missed him, hurried to his tray, and brought it to where she sat. He placed it on the bed, then climbed next to it.
“A banana split?” Rebel asked, pointing from the banana to the ice cream and the chocolate syrup. “Where are the maraschino cherries, whipped cream, and fruit sauces?”
“I got cherry ice cream. Don’t like those other gross cherries. Are you sure Mom puts all that other stuff in there?”
“Positive. I’ve helped her and Aunt Bunny prepare them for our dessert dozens of times.”
“See, I was going to do an Axel split with cherry, vanilla, and butter pecan ice cream, a bunch of different cookies, milk, and the chocolate syrup.”
“You were about to make a gigantic mess. The milk would’ve been everywhere.”
“Nuh uh, Reb. I bought the glass in case it was too wet for the bowl.”
“Brought and liquid, not bought and wet.”
He made a face at her.
“How about I go down and make you a banana split?”
He glanced at the clock. “Are you sure you know how to sneak right? If Mom hears you, we’re busted.”
“Mom’s up here on the other side of the house. We’ll be in the kitchen.”
Eyeing her, Axel leaned back on his elbows. “You want to talk to Diesel?”
“I’m never talking to him again in life,” she said darkly.
“But you’re sad and he always cheers you up. He cheered me up, Reb. I missed him a lot. Mom said I can talk to him. I thought about getting you earlier when I called him to say goodnight.” He sat up again, never able to keep still for very long. “Then I started talking to Ran and Ryder–” He gasped and slapped his cheeks. “Forget that part.”
“I thought you three were mad at each other.”
“Shhhh–” Launching himself forward, he slapped his sticky little hand over her mouth. “Don’t tell Mom.”
Rebel nodded so he’d drop his hand. “You lied to her? And what the fuck is on your fingers?”
Frowning, he brought his hands to his nose and sniffed, then licked his fingers. “I didn’t lick all the ice cream off from a little while ago,” he announced.
Rebel’s stomach turned. “When you look in the fucking mirror, blame yourself for my never having fucking children, you wretched little monster.”
He wiped his hands on the bed. “So, do you want to talk to Diesel?”
