Semua Bab My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome: Bab 461 - Bab 470

The phone lit on the table while Lily-Rose cut fruit.She reached for it too fast.The quiet one saw the light. Then her hand. Then her face.“Is that the person Daddy hates?”The knife stopped.His mother turned from the stove. The other girl looked up from her bag. The little one kept talking to a toy and did not hear the shape of the question.Lily-Rose put the phone face down.“That is grown-up talk,” she said. “Eat your fruit.”The quiet one did not move.“Daddy said a name. In the car. He was angry.”Jimmy’s mother shut her eyes one second.“We do not bring car talk into this kitchen.”The quiet one looked only at Lily-Rose.“Are you going?”“No.”“Tonight?”“No.”The child picked up a piece of apple and ate it standing, eyes still on her.The other girl slung the bag over her shoulder.“Gates. Now. You can finish this after school, not in front of the little one.”They walked. Heat. Dust. The first gate. The teacher nodded. The little one hid in her skirt and went. At the secon

The little one was still asleep when Lily-Rose sat up.The phone was on the bed. Sienna’s line was still there. Sunday. Three hours. Next town.The other girl was already in the kitchen with tea.“Well?”Lily-Rose stood in the doorway. Bare feet. Same clothes from last night.“I go. Three hours. Back before the park. You come with me to the bus. You don’t come in the room.”The girl studied her.“Say the rest.”“Grandma knows. Jimmy knows. I don’t lie if I’m late. I don’t take the children. I don’t stay the night.”“And if she asks you to pack after?”“I come home.”The girl nodded once.“Write her. Then we tell Ma.”Lily-Rose typed in the hall, volume off.Sunday. Three hours. Next town. I will be back before the children go to the park. Do not come to this street. If I am late I still come home.The reply was fast.I hear you. I will wait at the room. I will not hold you past the time.Lily-Rose put the phone away and went to the table.His mother listened with her arms folded. She

Sienna did not grab her.They stood in the small room with the door shut. Alley light on the wall. A bed that was only a bed.“You look like a mother,” Sienna said.“I am one.”“I know. I still wanted you to walk in.”Lily-Rose put her bag down.“How bad is it there?”“Watched. Work. Mara heard I asked to leave. I got this morning because I kept my mouth small after that. Don’t make it a rescue. I asked for hours. You gave hours.”Lily-Rose nodded. The want was there. It sat under the fear, not over the children.Sienna lifted a hand and waited.Lily-Rose stepped in. They kissed like people who had been holding a line. Mouth. Breath. Hands on the back of a shirt. Not a show. Not Hale.Clothes came off because both said so, not because a chair told them. Sienna’s body was thinner. Lily-Rose’s palms still had the old cuts. They used the bed. Slow at first. Then hungry. Lily-Rose said her name once. Sienna said hers back. No titles. No audience.When it broke, they stayed close. Sweat. Q

Monday morning the quiet one was in the back-room door before the sun was strong.“You’re here.”“I’m here.”That was the test. It happened again Tuesday. Same words. Same stare.Lily-Rose got up both times and went to the kitchen. Toast. Bags. Gates. She did not pack a small bag. She did not walk toward the shop bench.The little one held her hand like nothing had shifted. The other girl watched the quiet one more than she watched Lily-Rose.“They’re counting,” the girl said on the road home Tuesday.“I know.”“Don’t reward it with a speech. Just be at the table.”Jimmy came at four both days. Park. Sand. He looked at Lily-Rose once in the yard and did not ask about the room. He filed his hate where the children could not trip on it.“Papers are in,” he said Tuesday, low. “Lawyer says it moves. I’m still four o’clock.”“Good.”Dinner. Baths. Red bus. The quiet one started standing in the hall after lights-out, checking the back room, then going back to bed. Lily-Rose let it happen. S

The quiet one was in the doorway again.Lily-Rose sat up before the child could ask.“I’m here.”The child looked at the floor, then at her.“Okay.”They went to the kitchen together. Toast. Bags. The little one talked about the park leaf. His mother packed fruit. The other girl watched Lily-Rose’s face like she was checking for a hangover from a Sunday she had not taken.“You stayed yesterday,” the girl said, low. “Don’t act finished. Second days are where people slip.”“I’m going to the gate. That’s all.”Gates. Heat. The teacher nod. The quiet one walked beside her and did not mention the phone. Jimmy came at four. Park. Sand. He brought them back and stayed in the yard.“Lawyer called,” he said. “It is moving faster. I’ll need you once to finish a page. Not today. This week.”“Tell me the day. I’ll come after pickup.”“All right.”He left.Dinner was fine until it was not. The little one spilled water and laughed. The quiet one cleaned it without being asked. Lily-Rose said thank