Okay so… I know. I’m a horrible person. And I’ve been bad (can’t type that without thinking kinky). I promised that I’d release another chapter of my first fanfic within a few days. That was 8 days ago. If I was writing some masterpiece (*cough* Never Say Goodbye *cough*) I could get away with that but lbh I’m not. And I don’t actually know if anyone still cares but I’m hoping you do. Anyway I promised soon and that was lie so I’m sorry. I also promised that I’d write the whole summer surprise but i carried away and so now that’s a lie. But I PROMISE that’s in chapter 4 like STRAIGHT AWAY. Plus Chapter 3 is like 2000 words long so I hope that makes up for it. Anyway If you’re still reading, or if (like me) this hiatus is conspiring with exams to kill you and you fancy some Jonnor then feel free to read ☺️☺️
Once again I’m really sorry for being a fuckboy. Ive let you down. Ive let me down. Ive let Jonnor down. Y’all deserve better (but still i promise ill be better)
Thank you. I hope you like it xx
It was around 8 o’clock when Stef and Lena woke up, and, as always, they got out of bed together, eager to spend as much time as possible with each other. Stef smiled at Lena as she got changed, while Lena walked out of the room. She had planned to go downstairs to enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted. Before she could, however, she was confronted by a potentially troubling situation.
Jude’s bedroom door was wide open, clearly displaying Jude and Connor cuddling tightly underneath the duvet.
Lena didn’t mind them cuddling, or sharing a bed, although Stef may have something to say about it. The problem was that, the more Lena thought about it, the clearer it was to her that they were no longer 13, and were no longer quite as innocent.
To put it simply, Jude and Connor cuddling, and sharing a bed, no longer meant just cuddling and sharing a bed.
Stef walked up behind her, and wrapped her arms around her waist, quietly humming. She seems calm, Lena thought. She obviously hasn’t noticed yet.
“Whats wrong, love?” Stef asked, looking at Lena with wide eyes, before looking back to Jude’s room. Then her eyes widened. Oh.
Lena noticed that Stef’s breathing had changed. She was no longer quite so calm. “I’m sure its nothing,” she said, in a feeble attempt to placate Stef. “Maybe they just fell asleep like that.”
“Oh Lena, you know they aren’t 13 anymore. We know about 16 year old boys. Remember Brandon? And don’t even get me started on Jesus…”
“You know Jude isn’t like that. He’s never been like that” Lena said, though rather half-heartedly. It was a poor defence, and she knew it.
“Why, Lena? Because he’s different? Because he’s sensitive? Or just because he’s gay? We know that all teenagers think about it.”
“That isn’t what I meant. But even so, we never had a problem with the others doing anything. Brandon and Jesus were definitely active at that age. Mariana probably was too. We never cared.”
“We don’t care as long as they stay safe.”
“And how do you know Jude isn’t staying safe. He isn’t clueless.”
Stef paused. That was true. She didn’t know why she cared so much. But the thought of Jude, her youngest, her baby, having sex… it scared her. And it made her feel old.
“He may know everything he needs to know,” Stef replied, visibly calmer. “But we don’t know how much Connor knows”.
Lena said nothing. Stef raised a fair point; Although Adam was much more comfortable with her son, she didn’t think it likely that he discussed any sex education with Connor, never mind appropriate sex education.
“Im sure they didn’t do anything” Lena eventually replied. “They still have their pyjamas on. And I cant see any… anything they may have used.”
“Doesn’t that worry you? What if they didn’t use any…”
“Hey moms!” said Mariana, who was standing behind them. Stef and Lena were both startled, and worried how much of their conversation Mariana had overheard.
“Good morning Mariana” Lena replied. “We weren’t expecting you to be up this early.”
“Well it’s a beautiful morning. What are you doing outside Jude’s room?” Mariana asked, before peeping her head into the room. She then saw what her moms were looking at. “Aww they are so cute! Don’t you think?”
Mariana smirked, and Stef continued to worry over whether Mariana had been eavesdropping.
“Yes they’re adorable,” Lena said. “ Could you go downstairs and set the table please?”
“Who’s adorable?” Brandon interrupted, half-asleep.
“Jude and Connor” chirped Mariana. She, unlike Brandon, was wide awake and cheery, much to the annoyance of her brother. “They’re cuddling in Jude’s bed. It’s so cute”
“Are you serious?” Brandon retorted. He was more awake now, but clearly wasn’t happy with the situation. “They aren’t 13, Mariana. What happens if they… y’know… Moms you cannot be okay with this.”
“Eww, Brandon. They didn’t. Not everyone’s like you.”
“He’s a boy, Mariana, I think I understand him better than you.”
“Oh please, Judicorn is so not like you.”
“Well what about Connor? Do you know him that well too?”
“You’d be surprised,” Mariana smirked, before turning away and walking downstairs. What was that supposed to mean?
“Brandon, this isn’t any of your concern” Lena said quietly.
“But we did not condone this,” Stef was quick to interject.
Lena glared back. “We didn’t know about this until this morning. But I assure you, theres no special treatment here.”
With that, the family all moved downstairs to start breakfast. Lena couldn’t help but think to herself, If that’s how Brandon reacted, it’s a good job Callie’s at work.
Connor and Jude eventually woke up - about an hour after Jude’s family’s heated discussion on their sleeping arrangements - and joined them downstairs in the Kitchen. The mood at breakfast was ever so slightly awkward, despite Stef and Lena’s attempts to defuse any tension. Connor was clueless to this, however, eating his pancakes in peace - ignorance, after all, was bliss. Jude, however, noticed that the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Jude chose to wait until the others had left to confront his parents about the unusual mood plaguing the house.
“Moms why is it so awkward this morning?” Jude blurted out, eager to get to the point.
He was met with an uncomfortable pause, before Lena said “Why would you think that Jude? Everything’s fine. Why don’t you go outside and play with Connor?” Jude was unsatisfied with that answer - he knew his family, and knew when something was wrong. But he also knew when they wouldn’t tell him something, and he just had to live with it. He nodded, with a smile plastered on his face that both he and his moms knew was insincere, before leaving the room.
“You’re suggesting alone time. Really Lena?” Stef asked her quietly, wary over whether anyone was eavesdropping.
“I don’t want to tell him why it’s so awkward,” Lena replied instantly. “That wouldn’t help anything. Besides, you’re going to have to get used to them being alone. They’ll be alone this summer.”
“And is that the best idea, given…” Stef was lost for words. She couldn’t quite explain her objections. She couldn’t even figure them out for herself. But then, she didn’t really have to - she could dodge her objections completely, and blame someone else. “Do you think Adam would still be okay with this, if he knew that they were…”
“You don’t think Adam knows?”
“You think Connor would’ve told him?”
“Connor doesn’t have to. Jude hasn’t told us. But we still know… or presume at least.”
Stef was going to respond, but she saw Jude and Connor running in from outside. She panicked, to the extent that she disregarded even her thoughts on the matter, paranoid that someone may read them.
“Shall we go upstairs?” Jude asked Connor. “Mariana says we can play a game?”
“I’ll join you in a sec,” Connor replied nervously. Jude merely nodded in response, and ran upstairs. Connor waited until he saw Jude disappear from view, before turning to Stef and Lena. As he did so, they were both hit with a wave of fear. Oh God, Stef thought as she looked at Lena. What do you think he wants?
“Ummmm… Stef, Lena? Can I, erm, talk… to you? About something?
Connor, Stef and Lena sat in the living room - Connor on an armchair, facing Stef and Lena on the sofa. It was hard to tell who was more nervous.
“What did you want to talk about, love?” Stef asked, in her usual soothing tone. Lena noted that this was the calmest she’d sounded all day.
“Well, Jude thinks everyone’s been acting a bit weird today. Is it something I did?” Connor asked. Jaw quivering, with puppy dog eyes, he was in that moment a picture of innocence, far from the hormone-driven sex-crazed teenage boy he had been demonised as this morning. Stef couldn’t help but think they had judged him rather unfairly. It was Connor after all - a boy they’d known for years, who know seemed part of the family, an extension of Jude. He had done stupid things - she couldn’t help but think of the gunshot incident - but she had since learned that he’d done those things out of love for her son. Connor loved Jude dearly. He and Jude were a package deal. He was an extension of Jude. He deserved to be thought of better than this.
“Of course not. It’s nothing really. I can’t even explain,” Stef began, in one of those rare occasions that she let any weakness show.
“Are Jude and I still okay for this summer?” Connor asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Lena replied, taking over from her wife, who seemed oddly fragile, and incapable of continuing. Lena didn’t understand why, but Stef knew that she was suddenly overcome with guilt that she hadn’t trusted Connor, or her son for that matter. “But I think we need to discuss something first.” Lena needed to discuss it, to be clear that they were both safe. Stef, on the other hand, froze immediately, in two minds over whether to be mortified or relieved to have this conversation.
“About what?” Connor asked. He was visibly deflated, believing his summer plans were scuppered.
“It’s about… the, erm… Birds. And Bees.” Good start, Lena thought to herself. Isn’t “Birds and Bees” too heteronormative? “Or the Bees and Bees… or… Birds and Birds?” She sighed. “I’m getting off track here…”
At that moment, Mariana walked in, slightly disturbed at the conversation taking place, although visibly amused by her mom’s lack of composure. “Mom I don’t think you need to…”
“No, honey, we have to… to make sure Connor is…” Lena had never felt this much pressure in her life. Since when was it this difficult?
“But, Mom, the thing is…”
“I kinda already know this stuff, Mrs Adams-Foster,” Connor said. He knew that he had been told, a thousand times, to call her Lena, but somehow it didn’t feel appropriate at that moment.
“Wait, you do? Did your Dad tell you?” Stef asked, relieved of both guilt and awkwardness at what could have been an especially cringeworthy episode in their living room.
“Oh God no,” Connor laughed. “He’s a lot better, but he would never talk about that. And I wouldn’t dream of it either…”
“Then, who?” Lena was baffled. They certainly didn’t learn it in school.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you, Moms,” Mariana quickly interjected. “Connor came to me, and said Jude had told him everything that you’d taught Jude.” Lena and Stef blushed with slight embarrassment, forgetting that it was they, not Mariana, who were the parents here.
“But he still had questions about everything,” Mariana continued. “So I thought I’d talk about it with him. All that relationships and sex stuff.”
“And she was really helpful,” Connor said, wrapping his arm around Mariana’s shoulder.
“Well, that’s a relief,” Lena said. “It seems you’re good to go Connor.”
Stef snorted, taking that comment the wrong way, while Connor too found it difficult to stop himself from chuckling. Lena, on the other hand, was blushing intensely. “I meant about summer… do you want to go upstairs now? Jude is probably waiting for you.”
“Okay,” Connor said, as he walked away, before turning around and adding “If this was about this morning, Jude and I just cuddled. We haven’t done anything.” He then ran upstairs. They really weren’t that quiet, he thought to himself.
“Mariana, why did you talk to Connor about that?” Stef couldn’t help but question.
“Why? You aren’t mad are you?”
“Not at all. It’s just… a bit awkward, isn’t it?”
“I understand it all, Moms, I’m not stupid,” Mariana said confidently. “Besides, I wanted to connect with my future brother-in-law.”
With that, Mariana too raced out of the living room, leaving Stef and Lena in peace. The peace they had desired early that morning, before events had distracted them. Stef’s head fell into Lena’s lap, and for a few seconds they enjoyed the sweet sound of silence.
Then, after taking in everything that had just happened, they both began to laugh.
“Hey Jude,” Connor whispered, his head in Jude’s lap. “I have a surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” Jude was intrigued.
Connor paused, and smiled. “Do you like my car?”