Grief isn't just for , and Ice Cream can help.

Ice cream was doled out in big bowls; way more than you felt was necessary, but Sabrina had done the scooping. The laptop was set up with Castle ready to play. The blanket that you’d been snuggling under a couple of hours ago with Gemma was waiting for you to get under it. Sabrina had already stripped down to just a thong, and you down to your boxers.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Sabrina had been hooked on her phone for the past few minutes, sitting on the edge of one of the kitchen tables.

“Just give me a second,” she mumbled.

“Sabrina,” you said, using the same stern voice that Gemma did occasionally. You didn’t like pulling the ‘Daddy’ thing out when it wasn’t explicitly a sexual moment - that wasn’t the type of relationship you wanted. But she’d been dodging telling you all day and with the raw emotionality of saying goodbye to Gemma you were starting to feel stretched thin.

She looked up at you, her eyes going a little wide, and she sucked in a breath and let it out. “I’m texting Gemma,” she said.

You’d been texting her too, in your group text, but your head hadn’t been stuck into it. “Privately?” you asked, immediately feeling hurt. What would they need to talk about without you?

“...Yes,” she said, looking guilty. “About the thing that I’m going to tell you.”

You wiped your face with a hand, trying to figure out what the fuck you were feeling. “Can we maybe just talk about it then?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “She’s boarding in ten minutes or so, can I just tell her about the surprise first?”

You nodded, sitting down on the couch heavily.

The texts came through in the group chat quickly. Sabrina directed Gemma to make sure she had headphones in and then to go to the last page of her phone's home screen. Your missing girlfriend found the new folder that was there and discovered it was password-locked. Sabrina told her the password, ‘12LOVE34,’ and you both told her you hoped she’d enjoy her flight.

You and Sabrina had worked together to get the extra, naughty, surprise loaded onto Gemma’s phone. In the folder, along with every scene you and Sabrina had filmed for OF, were individual messages from you, Sabrina, Tasha, Becks, and Becca. Nelli had even sent one when Sabrina told her about the plan. Each one was you or the lady in question telling Gemma exactly how amazing she was, and then masturbating on camera while talking to her. They were dirty, and silly, and sexy, and you were hoping that it would help Gemma feel loved and connected and lusted after.

Getting them on her phone had been the issue, and you’d tag-teamed it with Sabrina during the afternoon cuddle session when one or the other of you would slip off to the bathroom. Getting Gemma’s phone hadn’t been that hard, it was just the uploading that needed to be managed and making sure the files were secured in the private folder.

“OK,” Sabrina said, setting down her phone. She looked at you with those big eyes of hers again as she chewed on the inside of her lip. “I’m ready to talk about it now.”

You nodded, sitting forward. “Is this something hard to talk about?” you asked. “Or… are you pregnant?”

“No!” Sabrina said. “I’m definitely not- well, I mean, I guess I can’t say definitely not 'cause I’m like a week out from my period still, but not that I know of. As far as I am aware, the pill is holding strong against you regularly dropping a load or three in me.”

You nodded and let out a breath. “We should probably look at you getting an IUD like Gemma,” you said.

“Already booked the appointment for when we’re back at school,” Sabrina said. “Not that I wouldn’t have your baby. After law school, and getting our careers going.”

“Come here,” you said, gesturing for her, and she quickly crossed the room and folded herself up in your lap as you hugged each other. “It’s insane that we’re planning when kids would work, right?”

“A little,” she grinned. “But planning is better than not planning.”

“True,” you said and kissed her gently. “Now, baby, please just tell me what’s been going on. It’s been gnawing at me all day and making everything with Gemma leaving worse.”

Your phone chimed, the one for the group text with Gemma, and Sabrina grabbed it from the couch arm where it was resting. “She is shocked, appalled and definitely going to end up getting off in the airplane washroom at some point.”

“Is that what she said?” you asked with a smirk.

“She sent a bunch of swearing and middle finger emojis, I’m translating from Australian,” Sabrina grinned.

You snorted and shook your head, taking the phone from her and sending Gemma a kissing-face emoji. Then you took a quick picture of you and Sabrina both blowing kisses to her, making sure not to show anything below your shoulders just in case she was opening it in public.

“OK, now please just tell me what’s going on,” you said, setting your phone down again.

Sabrina sighed, rolling her neck and then meeting your gaze. “It’s my sister,” she said. “There’s stuff going on with her that’s… pretty big.”

“What happened to Katherine?” you asked in concern, and your mind immediately shot to ‘Please tell me she’s not pregnant’ but kept that to yourself.

“No, it’s not Katherine,” Sabrina said. “It’s Emma, our little sister. And it’s not so much what happened to her as to what she’s been doing.”

“****?” you guessed.

“Worse,” Sabrina grimaced. “Amateur porn.”

You blinked.

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