Chapter 12

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twelve

Charlotte

ME: I'm pretty sure he's trying to kill me.

CHELSEA: In what way?

CHELSEA: Also, this pregnancy is making you way more dramatic.

ME: eye roll emoji>

ME: How does he not know that walking around in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants is the equivalent of lady porn?

ME: Not to mention that pregnancy hormones = crazy sex drive.

CHELSEA: Huh… I didn't know that.

brENDAN: My eyes!!!

brENDAN: WTF are you talking about this in the sibling chat. Go do girl things alone. Without me. So I don't have to think about my sisters' sex drives.

CHELSEA: Aww, Brendan is so sorry that you need some big D, Charlie.

brENDAN: I hate you.

Brendan has left the chat>

CHELSEA: God, I love teasing him.

ME: Never gets old.

CHELSEA: So sweatpants?

ME: Yeah or just athletic shorts. Either way it's like he's freeballing it and there's never a shirt so it's just so much bare skin.

CHELSEA: Pretty sure he knows exactly what he's doing.

ME: What?

CHELSEA: Pregnancy has also made you a little dumb.

ME: Can't help it. Baby boy sucks up all my good brain cells.

CHELSEA: Fair.

CHELSEA: He's a walking, talking thirst trap, dear sister. That man wants you. And it looks like he's not afraid to fight dirty.

ME: I'm so screwed.

CHELSEA: We can only hope.