Baby Comes First

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Lucian

"Okay yeah I'll ask them," Cris says into the phone and then ends the call.

"What's up man?" I ask him and he sighs.

"The caterer canceled and my mom couldn't find another caterer on such short notice, so mom, Yas and Melody are going to be cooking, they need us to help," he explains.

Yasmine, that's all I need to hear. I used to have dreams about f*****g her once she was of legal age, but that had stopped after she moved away to pursue acting, after seeing her again last night, they started back up. I shouldn't want her as much as I do, it's insane how badly I wish she could be mine, but that could never happen because she's Cris's little sister, he'd hate me. I mean he's never actually said that I couldn't date her, but it's obvious.

"Fine," I say in a bored tone, but on the inside I'm dying to see her again.

"You sure? You came here for my engagement party not to work it," he says and I shake my head at him.

"Cris, you're my brother man, of course I'm sure, your family is my family," I feel bad saying all of that to him when I know I dream of holding his sister down in bed as I thrust deeply into her wet p***y and she moans my name.

"Thanks man. I really appreciate it," he says and I nod.

I shouldn't be having these thoughts about Yasmine, but I can't help myself. The day Cris and I became roommates Yasmine was arguing with her dad about this tight tie-dye dress she was wearing, her breasts were spilling out and her curves were put on full display, her hourglass figure and wide hips made her look way older than she was, when I found out that she was only fourteen I was disgusted with myself, I was eighteen and four years isn't that far apart, but still she was a minor and I was an adult, it would have been weird.

I drive my car to Yasmine's parents house and park in the long driveway. I go in through the garage and say hello to Mrs. Harris.

"Oh hello Lucian," she greets me with a tight hug. "How are you, how's your residency going?"

"It's tiring, but I'm almost done with my trauma residency, if I get accepted into this Neuro residency it'll be another two years of horrible hours, but it'll be worth it in the end," I tell her and she rubs my shoulder.

"It'll all work out, I have no doubt in my mind that you'll get in."

"Thank you Mrs. Harris, I really appreciate that," I tell her and she gives me another smile before walking out of the kitchen. I hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen. My eyes rake up and down Yasmine's body and I bite my lip, she's wearing a pair of ripped jean short shorts and a sleeveless blouse that shows off her cleavage with the bottom tucked into the shorts. We make eye contact and I shift my body so she can't see my semi hard-on. See that's what she does to me, one look at her and I'm fighting myself to not grab her and shove my tongue down her throat. There's so much I want to do to her, but I know I can't and flirting with her will only hurt both of us in the end. I can't send her mixed signals.

I have to nip this is the bud.

"You're with me," Yasmine says, her British accent sends a warmth over my body. Her family has lived in a country town for majority of her life, but she still managed to keep her accent like her mother and oldest brother Hunter. She takes a picture of the list on the counter. "I'll lose the paper, you'd be surprised how many times I lose my scripts and have to get new ones, I should probably start making copies huh?"

"Maybe you should," I chuckle and she smiles at me. Damn I want to kiss her so bad, I almost did last night, but I stopped myself and it may have just been in my head, but she looked upset when I didn't.

"Alright, now let's see how long it takes my mom to call me freaking out because she thinks I forgot the list," she grabs my arm and pulls me through the garage and towards her car.

Yasmine doesn't drive an Aston Martin, but she does drive a Tesla. We get into the car and she backs out of the long driveway.

"s**t, I forgot my shades," she says and clicks something on the huge screen in the middle of the console, turning on the autopilot. She turns around and grabs a purse from the backseat, digging around and pulling out a pair of Ray Ban blacked out sunglasses. She turns around and takes control over the car and slides on her shades. "Don't tell my parents I do that they'd freak, but it comes in handy when I'm making long drives, even though you're not supposed to give all control to the car."

"That's dangerous Pretty Princess, what if something's happening and you don't wake up in time?" I ask a little too harshly and she flinches. She doesn't say anything for the rest of the ride and I mentally slap myself.

She pulls into the grocery store's parking lot and grabs her wallet and phone before getting out of the car.

"We'll get this done faster if we split up, you should airdrop me the list and I'll get the meat and stuff, then we can meet in the middle of the list," I tell her and her face drops, my heart dropping along with it.

Idiot.

I don't mean to be an asshole, but I can't allow myself to get close to her.

"Uh okay," she replies dryly and sends me the list before turning around to walk away without another word.

I have no clue where anything is in this store and it takes me ten minutes to find the deli and another twenty to get all of the meat. I turn around and see Yasmine walking towards me.

"I thought you said to meet in the middle," she says with an irritated tone. "The vegetables are in the middle."

"I know, I don't know where anything is here," I admit, she nods and shoots me an annoyed look.

"Mhm and I do, can I see what you got so I can check it off the list," she looks in the basket and at her phone. "This is everything, we can check out."

She leads me to an aisle and there's a man with a baby crying in his arms.

"I'm sorry sir your card declined," the cashier tells him. Yasmine watches closely and chews on her bottom lip.

"Could you please try it again?" The cashier swipes the card again and then tells him the same thing. "Take the food off, my daughter needs the formula."

Yasmine steps forward and swipes her card before the cashier can remove anything, the cashier and the man look at her in shock and then the guy breaks into tears.

"Thank you so much, I didn't know if my daughter and I would eat tonight," he tells her.

"Hey it's no problem." That's Yasmine, always helping those in need and never looking for anything in return, it's one of the things I love about her. The guy thanks her again and leaves. The cashier stares at her in shock as we put our items on the conveyer belt to check out, but she doesn't even acknowledge what she just did because she's not looking for praise or and a pat on the back, she did it because she hates to see people struggle and the whole time the only thing I can think about is how I want to be with Yasmine, seeing her again after all this time has really opened my eyes and watching the way she carries herself and cares for others has confirmed what I already knew.

I'm in love with her.