Elsa interrupts

Your blonde hair daughter, Elsa, barges into the kitchen. She wears the expression of a twenty year old who's just walk onto a mortar bomb. "Can you guys please stop being this lovey dovey. It's too early for me to deal with this shit!"

You both jump apart, the moment shattered by the sudden intrusion. Ava's cheeks burn with embarrassment, while you try to play it cool, hoping she doesn't suspect anything. "Sorry, Elsa," you say, forcing a chuckle. "We just had a good night's sleep, that's all."

Elsa rolls her eyes and grabs an apple from the fruit bowl. "Whatever," she says, turning to leave the room. But as she does, she glances at the both of you and there's a hint of curiosity in her gaze, as if she's picked up on the charged atmosphere.

Ava quickly changes the subject. "So, what's the plan for today?" she asks, her voice a little too high-pitched.

"Well," you start, trying to keep your cool, "I thought we could all go out for a family brunch, maybe hit the mall." You know it's a lame suggestion, but it's the best you can come up with on such short notice.

Elsa's curiosity doesn't go unnoticed by you or Ava. She glances back at you with a knowing smirk, biting into her apple. "Sounds good," she says, her tone suggesting she knows something you don't. "But I've got to get ready first. You two lovebirds can sort it out."

She leaves to go get dress. You and Ava stand there, the awkwardness of the moment thick in the air. You can't help but wonder if Elsa suspects something. But before you can say anything, Ava speaks up. "Do you think she noticed?" she asks, her voice filled with a mix of concern and excitement.

"Maybe, I don't know. Let get dressed for the mall. We'll discuss it later."

You knew your son won't make it to the brunch, you knew his girlfriend got him by his balls. You both get dressed, trying to act as normal as possible. Ava's hand lingers on your arm as you walk to the car, and you can't help but squeeze her ass, reminding her of the previous night's escapade. She giggles and slaps your hand away playfully, the spark in her eyes hinting at the unspoken excitement between you.

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