Not your typical baby mama

Oliver felt his sister squeeze his hand that she was holding. She was obviously nervous especially since Xavier didn't bother mincing his words. A million questions run through Lorraine's mind.

Had the makeup melted? How much could he see? No, she had checked a couple of times to make sure the bruises were covered. So what gave it away? Could it be.... the swelling? What excuse can she give? As though the heavens were on her side, she cooked up a quick lie right then.

"Oh! I ate something that I didn't know I was allergic to", she said quickly. He arched a brow at her, obviously not believing her. In panic, she decided to change the subject. "It's late. What are you doing here?"

"To see you."

She was taken aback by his honesty and forwardness. "Why?"

"Can't I?" He countered.

"You-You can."

"Good. Then I'll see you this weekend. Go on up. It's late", he nodded at her.

Just like that. She looked at him like he was weird but he realized unmoving, with his calm demeanor not changing. She couldn't read his expression but their were some complex emotions flashing through his eyes as he watched her. She left with Oliver and went on up. He waited until he saw the lights of the top most apartment come on.

Ten minutes later, he pulled out of the driveway and drove back home. That face... He had seen that kind of face before.. with Irene. Quite a few times. It only meant one thing: Lorraine was beaten up. But by who? What was her story? Was she another Irene waiting to happen? Why was he drawn to such women? Would it end tragically for him again?

Meanwhile, George was having vhis own issues. Sister Moon's attitude had completely changed because of his insistence to stay. She was not pleased with him but she decided to remain quiet.

"Is that how you should treat someone who's helping?" Joanne asked with clear disapproval.

"He's bothering you while you're sick. I don't like it", she said with a cross of her arms against her chest.

"He's bothering me?" Joanne almost laughed but was too weak.

She looked at the young man who was slicing apples and putting them in the juice maker. It was harder for Joanne to eat hard foods and so juices were more on the safer side. A nasal cannula had replaced the oxygen mask to aid her in eating. A knock was heard and sister Moon decided to get the door.

"Nora", she said happily and stepped aside. "Come in."

"Thank you. Sister Harrrrrrperrrr!" Nora said in a sing-songy way as she walked in only to stop when she saw George. She had a bouquet of flowers in hand.

"He's here?" She asked in surprise.

George mistook it for annoyance as he ignored her and went to help adjust Joanne's bed so she could be in a sitting position.

"Have some juice", he put a straw inside.

She opened her mouth as he helped her drink it. She felt like a mother being taken cared of by her son except George had been nothing but a stranger, until now. She knew there was a story behind his acts but she did bother questioning him and simply indulged him.

"Thank you George. It's good", she said with a smile.

"You should have some more", he said with a frown at the little that she had had.

"Set it aside", she said to him before looking at Nora who was intrigued by the exchange. "Are you just going to stand there?"

Nora got a move on and walked forward. "I got these for you."

"Thank you. Uh...." Joanne was about to ask Sister Moon to receive them when George moved quicker.

"Let me", he said and she gave them to him.

Their fingers touched as she gave him the flowers and she sucked in a breath feeling a little spark from the touch. George only looked at her and went to place the flowers in a vase.

"I'll be right back", Sister Moon excused herself and Joanne nodded.

"How are you?" Nora snapped out of her reverie as she sat down on the stool to chat with Joanne.

"I'm taking one day at a time. And how are you?"

"I'm alright. My goodness! How could you be working in your condition?"

"No one else is willing to put up with you", Joanne countered with a little smirk earning a grown from Nora. The woman let out a soft chuckle. "You still have books to donate?"

"Yes, a lot more. By the way", she leaned in to whisper as she pointed at George who was disappearing behind a door in that room. "Who is he?"

"Why? Do you like him?" Joanne asked with a playful smile.

"Sister Harper!" She whisper shouted. "Besides, he's not my type. But seriously, who is he? Your long lost relative?"

"He's just a friend", Joanne said simply.

Seeing as how the woman was not going to further explain, Nora decided to change the subject and chatted about. Despite her weak state, the older woman found herself laughing about. It was a while later that Sister Moon returned to the room.

"Good you're here. Let me go to the bathroom real quick, I'm pressed!" Nora said as she stood up. Both women laughed at Nora's moving in place. "Which one is it?"

"That one", sister Moon pointed at a door and Nora rushed there.

"By the way, where is George?" Joanne asked.

"How would I know?" Sister Moon answered in annoyance.

Joanne ignored her attitude and pressed on. "You didn't see him outside?"

"No."

Meanwhile, Nora felt relieved when she entered the bathroom. As soon as she kicked the door, she pulled up the hem of her dress all the way to her waist exposing her milky thighs and black lace panties only to freeze.

Right beside the chamber, stood George holding his thing and it seemed he was done peeing. Her eyes fell on the massive thing and she felt her throat go dry. The two snapped back to reality taking in this sudden encounter...

"Oh! My god!"

"Aarrggghhh!"

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