Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love

with Luca for about two minutes, you drongo. And honestly, where was the harm?”
“He called me, Meadow, Ace called me last night.” The way in which Spring yelled that piece of information at me, I assumed it was a bad thing. Why? Buggered if I knew, but damn it, I needed to know. Glaring at my sister with a combination of annoyance and bewilderment.
“And? How is that bad?”
“He rang me after he spoke with Luca, Meadow.”
“Again I ask, that is a good thing, right?” Maybe Spring has taken up drinking in the morning, or maybe my sister was just a certifiable nut job.
I got my answer very quickly.
“No Meadow, it isn’t good. I want Ace to call me because he wanted to, not because he talked to Luca,” Spring raged, her hands on her hips, her mouth in a stubborn line.
“It means he had to be told I was upset with him, instead of him figuring it out for himself. It means he isn’t on the same wavelength as me, Meadow.”
I gaped at Spring, not entirely sure if I should laugh in her face right then. She had to be shitting me, the same wavelength?
“You know you’re an idiot, don’t you? What difference does it make why he called? He bloody called!”
“Because Luca told him I was upset!”
“He already knew that Spring! He walked out on you without waking you, and any man, no matter how dense he might be, knows that is the wrong thing to do. Did he explain to you why he did it?”
Spring lost some of her fight, her hands slipping from her hips to her thighs.
“Yeah, he did,” she conceded, “and I have to admit, I liked his reasoning.”
“Then why are you losing the plot at me?”
“Because I wanted him to be on the same—”
“Wavelength,” I finished for her, “ I know, I know.” I didn’t understand why, but it wasn’t the first time my sister boggled my mind, and it wouldn’t be the last.
“I blame Trish and Lennie for my crazy,” Spring complained, walking over to the chaise and plopping down. “If only they were normal parents, allowed us to call them Mum and Dad, grounded us even. Then maybe, I would have turned out normal instead of … like this.”
“Highly strung, an overthinker, three cans short of a six-pack?” I helped, only to receive her middle finger in my face.
Shifting on the cushion, I got closer to Spring and put an arm around her.
“Honey, I don’t think us not calling our parents Mum and Dad is the issue. We had a good childhood despite the names, theirs and ours. They loved us then, and they love us now, and as unconventional as they are, Mum and Dad raised three good kids. Our flaws and eccentricities make us who we are, kiddo.”
My philosophy may need some tweaking, but I was certainly impressed with my monologue, even if Spring wasn’t.
“Yeah, but it is easier to blame them, then I don’t have to admit how strange I am,” Spring sniffed, one big fat tear rolled down her cheek, and my heart ached for her.
“Love is a strange companion, isn’t it? It can be downright complicated at times, but I wouldn’t give up being in love for anything in the world, Spring.” Luca entered my mind at that very minute. His handsome, serious face, and the sexy smirk he gave me when he let his walls down. I wasn’t ready to be in love with him, but I was definitely in something with him. The spark that sizzled whenever we touched was addictive. Seeing what else was between us was going to be a fun, wild ride.
One I hoped didn’t break me.
“I wonder if they do what we do, sit here in tears and beat ourselves up over the smallest thing. Dissect every conversation, try to figure out shit that isn’t there.”
Laughing, I gave my sister a squeeze.
“Somehow, I doubt it kiddo, but I do think they wonder and ponder. Mostly about why women are so dramatic and complicated.”
“Don’t forget mushy,” Spring muttered through a sob.
“Huh!” I scoffed. “Nothing wrong with a little mush, it balances out the other two,” I quipped, laughing with Spring, before turning serious.
“Spring, Ace has genuine feelings for you. It freaked him out, or as Luca put it, spooked him. Don’t sweat the small stuff, honey, and please don’t let your head ruin your chance at real love. Mum and Dad didn’t do that bad of a job raising us. How many girls did we go to school with own their own business and homes as we do? Accept how and what you are, because let me tell you, sweetie, a lot of people love Spring Fawn Tessler just the way she is.”
We sat there in silence, our heads leaning together and just enjoying our sister moment.
I spoke the truth about our parents and the way we grew up. It wasn’t all that bad looking back. Hopefully, Spring would be able to see that and get on with moving forward with Ace the way I planned to do with Luca. I was starting with a lunch date at my house.
“Okay, I gotta get a move on now. I have lunch with my Spunk Rat in a few hours, and I have a massive box of knickknacks to rummage through and get cleaned and shelved before I can leave.”
I didn’t want to be late leaving, wanting to shower and freshen up before Luca arrives. I had something special in mind for lunch for him, and it didn’t involve sitting at my kitchen table.
***
I was just putting my curling iron back in its cradle when I heard a knock at the front door. My stomach clenched, and my pussy tingled, thinking of that large hand knocking and what its touch did to me. Fluffing my hair one last time and plumping my breasts, making sure the sexy bra I had on was holding the girls with enough cleavage showing to make Luca’s