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"Hey, Honey." If that wasn't actually her name, Honeysuckle would have snapped at Jeremiah for addressing her so informally, especially over the phone at night, probably after their daughters had gone to bed. "Are we still of for our anniversary?"

Crap! "I wasn't planning on it," she said offhandedly. "I mean, I DID have plans to go to a party with Yesenia, but it really doesn't matter to me either way." There we go; nice and aloof.

"So... do you want to go see Dead Snow -- I hear it was coming back to theaters for Halloween. And then after that, have a dinner somewhere? Whatever you're in the mood for, of course."

"Sounds fine."

"Okay. I'll pick you up around six? Just so I give the girls time to come home from school, get in their costumes and have Pepper come pick them up. They'll be going to that Trunk or Treat thing in Deep Ellum park--you know; the one with all the street performers?"

"Not a bad plan."

"Sweet! I'll see you on Halloween. I love you, Honey." Honeysuckle hung up before she instinctively responded with a turn of affection. After giving herself a moment's pause, she began squealing like a teenage girl that just got a call from a boy for the first time. "Aaah~ Yesenia!" she called for her sister nearby, who was putting on a pot of tea for the both of them. "He remembered~! He remembered our anniversary! And we're going OUT! Just the two of us!"

"It'd be really weird if he forgot you guys' anniversary, given how you got married on Halloween," Yesenia replied flatly. At this point, she was used to her sister's antics and had a pretty firm grasp on the kind of relationship Honeysuckle and Jeremiah had (even if Honeysuckle didn't).

"Oh, hush! Now, come help me find an outfit for the big day; something that says, 'I'm fine without you but you're free to come crawling back.' Now that the weather has chilled down, I can pull out my pants and... not to toot my own horn, but I have a nice caboose," Honeysuckle declared with an impish grin.

"You know, you can just say you have a nice ass. I may be the little sister, but you don't have to worry about being a bad influence on me or anything."

"I'm trying to cut down on the language. Jerry said he's having a harder time getting Rain to find alternatives, so she's obviously picking up on me. Now, come on."

Yesenia dutifully followed her sister into her bedroom and spent perhaps one of the most awkward 5 to 10 minutes of her life watching Honeysuckle tug and eventually peel off pair after pair of pants, growing steadily more and more desperate with every failed attempt at finding pants that could possibly contain the expansive arse Honeysuckle now sported (or HAD been sporting for quite some time now). So that's where it all goes, Yesenia thought in confirmation.

Though they lived together, it wasn't until her nieces visited a couple of weeks ago and pointed it out their mother's expanding figure that Yesenia was able to assert that Honeysuckle's less-than-healthy food choices DID have an impact on her body. It was hard to tell, as Honeysuckle preferred roomy clothes, like loose fitting blouses and skirts with elastic bands and dashikis even--at least during the warmer parts of the year. That's probably why Honeysuckle hadn't noticed any changes herself. Otherwise, she wouldn't have bothered trying on all the pants in her wardrobe for one that will somehow magically grow and accommodate her corpulent keister. Of course, not all of the extra weight went solely to Honeysuckle's haunches; she was now sporting a little potbelly not uncommon of mothers.

"Where are my fat pants?!" Honeysuckle cried out, snapping Yesenia back into reality. "WHERE ARE MY FAT PANTS?!"

"Your fat pants was the 5th pair you tried on." Yesenia had actually looked through the pairs of pants as they were tossed next to her on the bed, wondering if there WAS actually a pair of "fat pants" (which she assumed were meant for Thanksgiving dinner or days of menstrual activity). "And no offense, but your outfit screams, 'I'm bursting at the seams and desperate to have you back.'"

"Why didn't you tell me I put on weight?!" Honeysuckle accused, peeling off yet another pair of jeans and throwing them into the growing pile indignantly.

"You're a grown-ass woman... pun intended," Yesenia replied with an impish grin before getting serious again. "You really think I'm going to be harping on you about your body? I'm not your mom. Besides, what did you expect? YOU said--and I quote--'If Jerry can do whatever he wants, then I'm going to do whatever I want,' before adding whipped cream to your breakfast waffles."

If asked, Yesenia would say that the past 4 or 5 months, it was as if Honeysuckle were living a childhood she had been cheated out of, which was probably accurate anyways. Yesenia never met Honeysuckle's mother (being a love child of Honeysuckle's father and a secretary), but a few accounts from Honeysuckle was enough to paint a picture of an over-bearing, narcissistic woman who wanted her daughter to be practically perfect in every way. It almost frightened Yesenia to know that Honeysuckle had never eaten a bowl of kids' cereal--she was only allowed oatmeal at most, and as an adult, she thought it silly to try it now so she stuck to her oatmeal.

"I blame you," Honeysuckle grumbled before analyzing her body closer, as if she could gauge through touch exactly what foods had added fat where.

"Oh yes. Please forgive me for cooking, lest we live off microwave fish sticks and instant ramen." Cooking wasn't Honeysuckle's forte in the slightest, so the responsibility fell on Yesenia's shoulders (which she didn't mind, as that was also how she made a living).

"What am I going to do~?"

"Buy a pair of jeans the next size up. I doubt he's gonna notice. We can do it tommorow. I need some pants myself."

"Oh!... did you...?" A faint hope lit up in Honeysuckle's eyes.

"Actually, I lost weight, but whatever."

Honeysuckle shot an envious scowl before asking, "But what if he wants to hug or kiss me when he comes to pick me up?"

Are you seriously asking me these questions? It made Yesenia wonder which of the two was better suited of the title of older sister. "You're still playing hard to get, right? Just tell him that you don't want to get intimate. I doubt he'd force you."

"You're right. Fat or skinny--I'm still hot stuff!" Honeysuckle assured herself.

"Whatever." Saved by the whistle of the tea pot, Yesenia excused herself. Jerry, how the hell do you put up with my sister? If it were Yesenia, she would have probably divorced Honeysuckle by now with her stupid little mind games and annoyingly false sense of security. Though she was aware of the mistake that created the rift between Honeysuckle and Jeremiah, even THAT didn't deserve the way Honeysuckle was treating him during their separation.

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Honeysuckle has joined the ranks of chubby mamas

I wonder if Jeremiah will notice on their date

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"Hey, Honey." If that wasn't actually her name, Honeysuckle would have snapped at Jeremiah for addressing her so informally, especially over the phone at night, probably after their daughters had gone to bed. "Are we still of for our anniversary?"

Crap! "I wasn't planning on it," she said offhandedly. "I mean, I DID have plans to go to a party with Yesenia, but it really doesn't matter to me either way." There we go; nice and aloof.

"So... do you want to go see Dead Snow -- I hear it was coming back to theaters for Halloween. And then after that, have a dinner somewhere? Whatever you're in the mood for, of course."

"Sounds fine."

"Okay. I'll pick you up around six? Just so I give the girls time to come home from school, get in their costumes and have Pepper come pick them up. They'll be going to that Trunk or Treat thing in Deep Ellum park--you know; the one with all the street performers?"

"Not a bad plan."

"Sweet! I'll see you on Halloween. I love you, Honey." Honeysuckle hung up before she instinctively responded with a turn of affection. After giving herself a moment's pause, she began squealing like a teenage girl that just got a call from a boy for the first time. "Aaah~ Yesenia!" she called for her sister nearby, who was putting on a pot of tea for the both of them. "He remembered~! He remembered our anniversary! And we're going OUT! Just the two of us!"

"It'd be really weird if he forgot you guys' anniversary, given how you got married on Halloween," Yesenia replied flatly. At this point, she was used to her sister's antics and had a pretty firm grasp on the kind of relationship Honeysuckle and Jeremiah had (even if Honeysuckle didn't).

"Oh, hush! Now, come help me find an outfit for the big day; something that says, 'I'm fine without you but you're free to come crawling back.' Now that the weather has chilled down, I can pull out my pants and... not to toot my own horn, but I have a nice caboose," Honeysuckle declared with an impish grin.

"You know, you can just say you have a nice ass. I may be the little sister, but you don't have to worry about being a bad influence on me or anything."

"I'm trying to cut down on the language. Jerry said he's having a harder time getting Rain to find alternatives, so she's obviously picking up on me. Now, come on."

Yesenia dutifully followed her sister into her bedroom and spent perhaps one of the most awkward 5 to 10 minutes of her life watching Honeysuckle tug and eventually peel off pair after pair of pants, growing steadily more and more desperate with every failed attempt at finding pants that could possibly contain the expansive arse Honeysuckle now sported (or HAD been sporting for quite some time now). So that's where it all goes, Yesenia thought in confirmation.

Though they lived together, it wasn't until her nieces visited a couple of weeks ago and pointed it out their mother's expanding figure that Yesenia was able to assert that Honeysuckle's less-than-healthy food choices DID have an impact on her body. It was hard to tell, as Honeysuckle preferred roomy clothes, like loose fitting blouses and skirts with elastic bands and dashikis even--at least during the warmer parts of the year. That's probably why Honeysuckle hadn't noticed any changes herself. Otherwise, she wouldn't have bothered trying on all the pants in her wardrobe for one that will somehow magically grow and accommodate her corpulent keister. Of course, not all of the extra weight went solely to Honeysuckle's haunches; she was now sporting a little potbelly not uncommon of mothers.

"Where are my fat pants?!" Honeysuckle cried out, snapping Yesenia back into reality. "WHERE ARE MY FAT PANTS?!"

"Your fat pants was the 5th pair you tried on." Yesenia had actually looked through the pairs of pants as they were tossed next to her on the bed, wondering if there WAS actually a pair of "fat pants" (which she assumed were meant for Thanksgiving dinner or days of menstrual activity). "And no offense, but your outfit screams, 'I'm bursting at the seams and desperate to have you back.'"

"Why didn't you tell me I put on weight?!" Honeysuckle accused, peeling off yet another pair of jeans and throwing them into the growing pile indignantly.

"You're a grown-ass woman... pun intended," Yesenia replied with an impish grin before getting serious again. "You really think I'm going to be harping on you about your body? I'm not your mom. Besides, what did you expect? YOU said--and I quote--'If Jerry can do whatever he wants, then I'm going to do whatever I want,' before adding whipped cream to your breakfast waffles."

If asked, Yesenia would say that the past 4 or 5 months, it was as if Honeysuckle were living a childhood she had been cheated out of, which was probably accurate anyways. Yesenia never met Honeysuckle's mother (being a love child of Honeysuckle's father and a secretary), but a few accounts from Honeysuckle was enough to paint a picture of an over-bearing, narcissistic woman who wanted her daughter to be practically perfect in every way. It almost frightened Yesenia to know that Honeysuckle had never eaten a bowl of kids' cereal--she was only allowed oatmeal at most, and as an adult, she thought it silly to try it now so she stuck to her oatmeal.

"I blame you," Honeysuckle grumbled before analyzing her body closer, as if she could gauge through touch exactly what foods had added fat where.

"Oh yes. Please forgive me for cooking, lest we live off microwave fish sticks and instant ramen." Cooking wasn't Honeysuckle's forte in the slightest, so the responsibility fell on Yesenia's shoulders (which she didn't mind, as that was also how she made a living).

"What am I going to do~?"

"Buy a pair of jeans the next size up. I doubt he's gonna notice. We can do it tommorow. I need some pants myself."

"Oh!... did you...?" A faint hope lit up in Honeysuckle's eyes.

"Actually, I lost weight, but whatever."

Honeysuckle shot an envious scowl before asking, "But what if he wants to hug or kiss me when he comes to pick me up?"

Are you seriously asking me these questions? It made Yesenia wonder which of the two was better suited of the title of older sister. "You're still playing hard to get, right? Just tell him that you don't want to get intimate. I doubt he'd force you."

"You're right. Fat or skinny--I'm still hot stuff!" Honeysuckle assured herself.

"Whatever." Saved by the whistle of the tea pot, Yesenia excused herself. Jerry, how the hell do you put up with my sister? If it were Yesenia, she would have probably divorced Honeysuckle by now with her stupid little mind games and annoyingly false sense of security. Though she was aware of the mistake that created the rift between Honeysuckle and Jeremiah, even THAT didn't deserve the way Honeysuckle was treating him during their separation.

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Honeysuckle has joined the ranks of chubby mamas

I wonder if Jeremiah will notice on their date

Wanna read more or see what happens next? --> fav.me/dbh9tex

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