Does It Matter? [Lori][Lincoln][Loan][Lemy]][/tlvg/]

>”You’re gonna owe me, lil bro. I’m gonna want another bun in the oven soon, so open that planner.” I laugh, but not too much so it sounds serious, but not so serious that I sound desperate. I mean, I’m  38, I still have a rockin’ bod, I have some eggs frozen.
>”Haha, I’ll think about it, okay?” He says, his laugh sounds wooden and he knows that I can hear that. “How’s it go at the airport? Not too bad?”
>”Everything went fine at the airport. Lyra led Lemy all the way to baggage claim. She had him by the scruff, it was literally the cutest thing. You and Luna have a good time on the road, Lincoln. Okay?” Stupid, lucky wastoid bitch. Lincoln only gave her a spare because we all thought she would off herself if he didn’t. At least she gave up Smack for him.
>”Yeah, Lori, thanks. Oh, yeah, so... Lemy’s birthday is coming up. I should be back in town, so I can take him and Lyra off your hands. He’s, uh... gonna be 13.” Lincoln says, rather cryptically.
>”Oh. Well, I’ll tell Loan to be a little less touchy-feely, but I think Lyra will keep her in line. Haha.” That girl is so clingy, she could squeeze the air out of a truck tire.
>”Yeah... y’know what? It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll pick him up and the party is going to be at my place, so it’s fine.” He’s not making sense.
>”What do you mean, Linky? You can say it to me.” Just be the older sister, the shoulder to cry on. Then he’ll remember why he liked you best and first.
>”... Well, I just don’t want anything to happen to him, Lori.” He says, still nonsense.
>”Why would anything happen to him? I’ll tell Loan to keep her hands to herself, unless you think that Lyra would-“ I gasp.
>”No. I don’t. I’m not worried about them.” He says darkly.
>”Oh. Lincoln, I think you just need to grow up. It was forever ago. I was drunk, you were drunk-“ Now I remember, God, that was a good night.
>”I was 13! And I’m fucked up because of it! I- I do this! I can’t date girls I meet because they’ll just find out, they’ll call the State on me-“ He’s stammering, it’s so cute.
>”Lincoln, that really sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” I cooly reply.
>”It’s your fault!” Lincoln yells. How dare he?
>”I didn’t force anything on you, Lincoln. You stole that beer from my fridge. I tried to put you to bed, but you kissed me, and you forced yourself on me. And Loan was born 9 months later because you didn’t want to tell Mom and Dad that I needed an abortion.”
>”Th-that’s a lie!” Kind of.
>”Does it matter anymore, Lincoln? Dad’s dead, Mom drinks all day hoping to follow him.” I remind him.
>Silence
>”Lincoln, I’m gonna take care of Luna’s kids. You’ll take them back to your place in a week. We can talk then, when you’ve calmed down and thought really hard about how you want to live a normal life.” I hang up.