She stood there, still crying as he wrapped his arms around her and gently hugged.
“Listen, I may not be your real father, but I will always be here for you.” He told her, as he gently squeezed.
Part of her just thought, “He just wants me to stop crying. He thinks it’s a side affect of whatever bug I caught.”
Yet the cursed part of her mind helped her reflect on how distant she had been over the years. He was genuinely trying to be a part of her life.
That insight was just enough for her to overcome any sort of rude remarks. Instead she just sobbed and continued to apologize.
“I’m sorry, I love you... I don’t mean to say such mean things...” She cried as they hugged.
A minute later her mom walked into the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” She asked, with a look of concern.
Jen, still sobbing into Fred’s shoulder, snapped back to reality. She noticed some extra pressure between them. Realizing that her breast were pressing into his torso, she pushed away...
Before she has a chance to say anything Fred explained, “Oh, it’s her fever, she’s just feeling sore this morning, isn't that right?”
“Yes...” Jen quietly replied, happy to blame it on the sickness.
She looked down and noticed that her four breasts were now a bit more visible through the fabric and couldn't help but feel naked in front of both of her parents.
“Jen, go back to bed... I’ll come see you before I leave for work, OK?” Her mom said, as she gave Fred a quick kiss.
“OK,” Jen mumbled.
Thankful to be dismissed, she quietly made her way back upstairs...