Things don't go well

Aunt Peg gives you a long stern look. With a fiercely protective tone she snaps. "What's wrong? Why is Helen acting this way? What's the matter little sis?" She reaches for your mother but Helen stays glued to you, she buries her head in your shoulder. She simply hadn't the strength to cope with the emotions her sister was whipping up in her.

Peg looked at her sister with worry and obvious love. Seeing Helen like this, pulling away from her touch, was **** for your aunt.

You wished Fiona was there. She would know what to say. But she wasn't. You were there in her stead.

You straighten your back and regather your confidence. You were hoping this would be a pleasant visit, but it wasn't turning out that way. You swallow hard and look at your aunt with bold certainty. Your Mistress was counting on you. You lay it out bluntly, trying to be as strong and confident as your sister. "Peggy. We've decided to be together. Fiona, Elsie, Mom, and I. We love each other and we're going to be together now. Not just as a family. We've committed to each other."

"Committed?"

You nod. "No more fooling around with you or Chloe. It's just us now. We've decided..."

"Fooling around? Is that what you guys call it?" Peg looks at you, obviously offended.

"It's just... We've decided to be together. We are a...thing now. All together."

Peg, the smartest member of the family by far, saw right through your brave facade. "Where is Fiona?"

You falter at her razor sharp gaze. "Uh...it...it wasn't Fiona, it was all of us."

"It was Fiona." Peg says as sure of it as she was that the sun rose in the east. "Helen baby. Don't be like this hun." She caresses your mother's shoulder. "Let's talk, okay? I'm not upset. I just think we should talk about this."

Her reaction surprised you. Sure she was used to sexual relations among the family, but she didn't even seem to bat an eye at the relationship becoming more romantically inclined.

You weren't doing so well. Helen was crumbling and Peg had taken control of the conversation. You hit back with your best shot.

"Mom is pregnant." You state proudly. "We're having a baby."

This has an almost magical effect on your mother. She remembers why she agreed to this. She looks up at with a mother's pride and a lover's tender affection. She strokes your smooth cheek and kisses you with her plump soft lips.

She regains her voice. "That's right." She whispers. "We're having a baby. We're together and we're having a baby."

This news, now coming from your mother's mouth, does elicit a reaction from your aunt. A powerful reaction. You see her face flinch and a pained confusion set into her expression. Her eyes were only focused on her sister. She obviously wished you weren't there right now. "A baby? Together? Helen?"

Your mother turns to her. "It's all true Peggy. I'm having another one. And...we need your help."

A stifling silence fills the hall.

"You need my...?" Pain turns to anger. "You've got some nerve Helen. How dare you. How DARE you!"

Your mother seemed as stunned as you were. You had never heard Peg use a harsh tone with your mom before, she had always been unwaveringly patient and kind with her oddball sister. Obviously your mom wasn't used to it either. She gasps. "Peggy?"

"Helen...I love you more than..." The statement goes unfinished. "You come into my house....break my heart all over again...then ask for my help?"

Your mother whispers. "Peg...I...I didn't want to... But..."

"Is Fiona the father or did she have one of the others knock you up?"

"Peggy, don't be like this."

Peg laughs, though there was no humor in it. "Ha! What am I talking about? It's Jesse of course. Only men get to have kids with you, isn't that right Helen? Always so careful with us girls but with the men, not so much."

"Peg!"

"No, you're happy enough to do it yourself, but never the other way around." Peg squeezes the tears from her eyes, fat drops roll down her cheeks. What!? Happy enough to do it herself? What was Peg talking about? There was a lot of history here you could tell. You were at a loss as to what to do or say. You just continue to hold your mother. Peg continues. "Did you even consider us? Did you for a second consider you and I Helen? Even for a moment before you agreed to...this? I thought maybe after the kids moved out..." Peg stops short.

Your mother had a forlorn look of guilt. "Peggy...it's just that...Fiona...she...they...they said..."

"Yeah, I know. Fiona."

You clear your throat. "Um...maybe we should all talk. This has all happened so fast. Maybe she'll reconsider..."

"Jesse...I love you. But with all due respect, shut up. I'm not talking to your sister about anything. This was Helen's choice. This was your choice. This was Elsie's choice. Fiona may have lead the way, but you all followed her."

"Fiona loves us." You reply.

"So do I Jesse. So does Chloe." Her voice hardens once more. "Have you told Chloe yet?"

You nod.

You see her jaw clench. "With all the tact you showed me no doubt. Probably broke her damn heart. She's eccentric but she still has feelings. You guys are unbelievable." She shakes her head in disbelief. "The apple doesn't fall far."

"Peggy, wait..." Your mother says reaching out. Peg parries her hand away.

There is a moment, a fragile exposed moment, as Peggy looks at her sister. "God damn it. I love you Helen. Why'd you..?" She shakes her head.

"I know. I love you too." Your mother sobs.

The steel returns Peg's demeanor. Your aunt is still blinking tears from her eyes angrily, refusing to acknowledge they were there. She finally nods, a look of fury in her eyes. "Yep. Yep sure. I'll help you. Your baby will he healthy and strong. Don't you worry about that. Any requests? Want another blonde maybe? Sorry I can't make it a boy Helen."

"Peg...don't..."

She finally waves you away. "Get out of my house."

"Peg..."

"I'll have my assistant call you to make an appointment." Her voice was now cold as ice, as if talking to strangers.