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"  So I might have neglected to mention the fact that my boyfriend&amp;#039;s 16-year-old sister was nearly eight months pregnant when I told my parents we were all coming to Florida for Thanksgiving. In hindsight, I probably should have given everyone a heads up.  We arrived Wednesday night, and I introduced Brandon and Amber. Mom opened her eyes really wide. Dad stuttered a &amp;quot;nice to meet you,&amp;quot; LB laughed and The Whiner -- making a rare appearance at the family manse -- elbowed him, but there was a twinkling in her eye as she took in everyone else&amp;#039;s reaction. &amp;quot;Clearly K. forgot to mention how obese Brandon&amp;#039;s sister was,&amp;quot; Amber joked. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t worry -- I&amp;#039;m due for gastric bypass surgery next month.&amp;quot; Everyone laughed, albeit nervously, and then Mom assigned everyone bedrooms.  &amp;quot;[LB] and [The Whiner], you two will take the basement. We have a cot set up in the guest bedroom for Brandon and Amber. K., you&amp;#039;ll be in the den.&amp;quot; Seriously? I thought. I&amp;#039;m how old and I can&amp;#039;t sleep with my boyfriend? I wasn&amp;#039;t about to make a big deal about it, though, so I dutifully brought my stuff into the den, where I placed my suitcase and overnight bag in the closet. I hadn&amp;#039;t realized my mother had followed me in until she cleared her throat. I jumped and screamed. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry, K., I thought you knew I was behind you. Why didn&amp;#039;t you tell me Amber was\u2026&amp;quot; she trailed off. &amp;quot;Pregnant, Mom. She&amp;#039;s pregnant.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Is it safe for her to be here?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes. She cleared it with her OB-GYN.&amp;quot; Mom frowned, and I wasn&amp;#039;t sure if she disapproved more of a pregnant teenager in the house or the fact that I hadn&amp;#039;t warned her she&amp;#039;d be coming. We were all pretty tired from traveling (LB and The Whiner had gotten in an hour before we did), so after some small talk in the living room, we all headed to our respective beds. I walked Amber and Brandon to the guest room, and Amber flopped onto the bed, exhausted. &amp;quot;Night K.,&amp;quot; she said sleepily, and was out before I could respond. &amp;quot;Come visit me later,&amp;quot; I said to Brandon, giving him a light kiss on the lips. He nodded and smiled.  Two hours later I was woken out of a deep sleep by Brandon&amp;#039;s lips on mine. &amp;quot;And here I expected a cheerleader outfit,&amp;quot; he joked. &amp;quot;I expected we&amp;#039;d be sharing a room,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Sorry about that.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s okay. More exciting this way.&amp;quot; He wriggled me out of my pajama pants, and I tried to be quiet for the next hour, but I think a few fleeting noises might have escaped -- from both of us. He left me a little after 2:00, telling me he loved me for the second time. I wondered if I was going to get tired of hearing it. Probably not.  The rest of our trip was great. Mom and Dad fawned over Amber the whole time, LB and Brandon got along famously, and the Whiner even smiled a few times. Dad proclaimed Brandon a &amp;quot;real stand up guy,&amp;quot; while Mom couldn&amp;#039;t stop talking about how generous he was to take in his sister. And how pretty his green eyes are. Amber surprised me at one point by declaring how &amp;quot;cool&amp;quot; my mom was, and how &amp;quot;lucky&amp;quot; she thought I was. I guess, compared to her, maybe I am. All in all, probably my best visit home ever. Here&amp;#039;s hoping Brandon and Amber will start coming with me every trip to Florida. And the baby, of course. Everyone loves a baby. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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