I am an inexhaustible source of awkwardness right now - Winter Break 2019

Well, Katrina and I had finally gotten to the point where we were done with each other's nonsense.  We were just going to have some fun and get it over with.  But we could not.  It was really weird... we tried a couple of times even.  But something stupid ended up getting in the way or something.  I was never nervous about going all the way before -- I had done it plenty of times, to be honest.  And I knew she had, too.  I had no idea what was going on.  I wanted to talk to Dad about it without the prying ears of anyone else around the table.  I walked back to his bedroom and heard the water running in the bathroom.  He must be in the shower.

I just walked in, knowing that he did not tend to care if it was something important to be talked about.  To me, this was of utmost importance.  I could not be losing my touch.  "Hey Dad," I said, hopping up and sitting on the counter space between the double sinks.  I was just going to blatantly start talking about the subject.  There was no way to ease into it.  "You and I both know no matter how much you try to deny it, you were a man whore in school -- kind of like me," I said honestly.  "Did you ever have any sort of performance issues?  Like... well, it's weird.  I can normally just go and do it no problem... but with this one girl, it's not that we don't want to because my god we need to just get it over with.  We drive each other insane and this is the only way to end that."  I sighed and shook my head; I had to stay on topic.  "Anyways, we've tried to do it a few times, but something weird or stupid gets in the way and it doesn't work out."  I stopped, wondering what on earth I was opening up with this topic, but I needed help.  I was at a loss of what to do.

I made a strange noise as someone coming in scared the hell out of me as I was reaching for my towel when Ryan came into the bathroom thinking I was Dean. Am I supposed to attempt to answer as Dean. Oh god, DEAN HELP! I wanted to know where the heck he was. Why he just tells the kids to walk in when the showers going and not even see if it is Dean to begin with. I thought he seemed more apparent to things going on around him. I guess I give him to much credit sometimes. I kept the water going as Ryan spoke still at a complete loss of what to do. So, thankful that I had not been in the position Ryan almost caught me in. I let my face get consumed by the water. I am stuck, I don't know how to answer him correctly. So I just made awkward noises Dean usually makes when he's talking. To hopefully let him know I heard. "Mhm." I attempted at a deep voice. I nearly smacked myself in the face at how stupid I sounded.

Okay, this was odd.  Normally I would have gotten some sort of response more than that back from Dad -- especially talking about sex.  "I'm being serious, Dad.  This is a huge issue.  I can't be losing my touch," I told him, hoping he would understand.  "I kind of have a reputation to uphold... and well, it's frustrating that we can't seem to do it.  You've got to have some advice on this.  And this is important to me, so that's the number one rule for interrupting you while showering... so there.  Now you can't be exasperated with me."  I figured maybe he thought that this was not important enough to barge in here, but to me it was adn I wanted to make sure he knew that.

I walked into the house from a long night at work -- I still worked third shift since it was my favorite time to be out as an Auror.  I saw Stan sitting on the couch reading a braille book, muttering slightly under his breath.  "Hey kiddo," I said, the exhaustion evident in my voice.  It had been much too long of a night at work.  I just wanted to shower and hit the sack for a few hours before getting up and being with the kids.  "You're brother better be awake... he knows the rules while on Christmas holiday... no sleeping in til all hours of the afternoon."

I nearly jumped at the sound of Dad's voice.  I thoght he had already been home.  And so did RJ.  I could not help but grin evilly.  "Hey Dad... RJ's awake," I told him.  "He was looking for you... said it was important.  I can only imagine where he could be," I answered, knowing exactly where RJ had gone.  Meaning that we would be hearing some sort of explosion from the bathroom any minute now, I just knew it.  And it was even better because RJ hated the fact that Juliet was here now.

I sighed, figuring I should come clean. " Ryan.....I think your dad just got home now..." I said quietly. I know the response. He hates me, which I understand I mean he sees me as a simple replacement. I am not trying to take Addison's place as their mum. I could never do that. I just hope sometime soon we can actually have a conversation. I anticipated the blow up that was sure to happen. I reached from the shower to grab my towel to dry myself off.

I was horrified -- utterly horrified.  First, I never went to Juliet about anything -- I had issues with her.  Second, I had been talking to her about my sex life.  I could have sworn that Dad had already been home.  I saw her hand reach for the towel and I jumped off of the counter quickly and nearly tripped on my way to the door.  "Oh, my god," I muttered, resisting the urge to start yelling and freaking out.  I was not okay with this.  Things like this were why I hated the fact that Juliet stayed here and was always around.  I mean, she was Professor Finn -- that was what we all liked to call her instead of Finnegan -- and now she was going to try to replace Mum?  No, I did not have the best of relationships with my mother, but now that she was gone... I id not want someone to just come and replace her.

When Stan had said that, I made a beeline towards the bathroom.  I di not hear much, but when I opened the door, my son looked horrified and almost betrayed.  I tried to hide my grin.  "Hey, bud, everything alright in here?" I asked, hoping that RJ did not do anything stupid when it came to speaking to Jules.  He was always civil, but just barely.  I typically had to yell at him at least five times a day about the way he treated her.  I looked behind him and knew that Juliet was standing behind the shower curtain.  I could only imagine what Ryan thought was important enough to interrupt me during a shower -- well, had it been me anyways.

I put the braille book down and casually followed Dad at a safe distance so he would not get angry with me for wanting to eaves drop.  This was going to be too much fun.  Ryan hated Juliet... I could see why, but she reallyw as not bad at all like he thought she was.  and if she was helping Dad - and he clearly loved her - then who is he to judge anything?

I jumped when I heard Dad's voice behind me.  I shook my head and squeezed past him.  "What do you think?" I muttered to him as I saw Stan leaning against the wall in their bedroom, a smirk on his face.  "You knew it was her and not Dad, didn't you?" I asked him, punching him on the shoulder as I approached him.  I was sure this would call a 'family' meeting in the living room - though Juliet was not family - just to make her happy.  It was annoying.

I expected something far worse than that retort, so I let him leave.  I closed the bathroom door so Juliet could get out of the shower.  "So... you alright?  He didn't do anything where I need to have a word with him, did he?" I asked, thinking that he could have gotten rather upset with her.

I shook my head, " No....he needs to talk to you....I can tell you that much from that..." I said. I know Ryan has problems with me. I am not trying to replace his mum. She will always be his mother, there is nothing I can or would do to jeopardize that. I sighed, " I just keep catching him at the best times.." I said wrapping the towel around me and stepping out of the shower.

I could not help but laugh a little bit.  "Well, at least he didn't scream at you," I said, trying to be optimistic.  "That's progress, right?" And what on earth would make Ryan interrupt a shower to speak to me?  I knew I always told them if it was an emergency that they could do that... but what was the emergency?

"Well, if you enjoyed that....then he needs to talk to you about his sex life with Katrina.....they weren't able to do anything and hes wanting to know why..." I said to him as I put my towel around my head and put a housecoat on.

I smiled at her, giving her a kiss, but then what she really said hit me and I took a step back, looking at her.  "Wait one minute... Oh, merlin.... he wants to have a sex talk again?" I said, groaning.  It was bad enough talking to the kids about everything once -- and at least Addison was still alive to have that conversation with Sedona when she reached that particular age.  I sighed heavily.  "I guess it's better to talk to him about why they weren't able to do anything rather than saying he got someone pregnant..."  My son was as bad - if not worse - than I was.