Bro-Con

“Alec, sit down. I’ll go instead.” She smiled gently, like a warm and kind mother.

Before Alec could respond, her precious eldest son gave her a look of disdain. “Mom, please don’t make a mess. Do you even know what my brother likes to eat? Let Dad go instead. I’ll come along too—might as well see what my brother actually likes.”

Then she saw her tall, six-foot son eagerly escorting his father into the kitchen.

Mona: “...”

Naomi was holding back laughter so hard it hurt. Why did Alistair act like he was fawning over a girlfriend instead of his brother?

Feeling a bit awkward, Mona quietly left.

The old lady, of course, noticed Naomi trying not to laugh. She leaned over and whispered, “Alistair is totally obsessed with his big brother.”

“Huh?”

It was Naomi’s first time hearing the term bro-con—she’d onl