Dear Father

Lee knew we had sex.

I could just tell with the way he looked at us when we met in the living room before going to dinner.

He was very quiet in the car and only focused on his phone.

“You okay baby?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.

“You’re not a quiet woman Scarlett, you know that right?” He asked. “So when you’re moaning and whimpering, it can be heard in the same house.”

“It was my turn, why are you upset?” Grayson asked.

“Because…I don't know but I thought we were all going to nap and you two meet up to have a rendezvous and wake me up in the process. It bothers me.”

“I’m sorry we woke you up from your nap.” I said.

“Don’t apologize, Scarlett,” Grayson frowned. “We were having an intimate moment together and it was beautiful. Lee doesn’t have a right to be upset about that.”

“If the roles were reversed you would feel the same way,” Lee said.

“But they’re not reversed.”

“You know what-”

“What was the agreement?” I asked quickly.

“No arguing.” The boys chorused dully.

“Exact