Another chance At love: my step brother

pe should look like, and maybe change the way you see the people you're supposed to be closest to. Family. It's a word that should mean warmth, safety, and belonging. But as I walk up the steps of my

nd later, I wrap a white towel around my waist and head back down the hall, figuring Angela will know where I can find some. I step into the living room, and it's quiet, with no sign of Mom. But there's Angela, curled up on the couch, the baby sleeping in her arms. She glances up, eyes widening slightly as she takes in the towel wrapped around my waist. She turns away slightly flushed. No, honey, I'm right here! "Oh, hey... I, uh..." She stumbles over her words, trying to look away but her gaze flicks back to me, lingering a little longer than it should. "Mom had to run out. Groceries or something." I nod, feeling a strange thrill at the way her eyes keep darting back to me. "I was actually wondering if you knew where I could find some soap?" "Oh, yeah, in the hall closet." She shifts the baby gently and motions in the direction of the closet. "Top shelf." I thank her, but I don't move right away, just stand there, watching her as she strokes the baby's head. She looks so different, insanely beautiful like she is from out of this world, softer, maybe. The way she holds the baby and cradles him in her hands makes me wish I was the one. Gosh, I should stop it, she's my step sister! "Your son... he looks healthy." The words come out before I can stop them. What the actual fuck! She hesitates, then nods, lowering her gaze as she speaks. "Yeah, he's a good baby." "Ahem, so he got a father?" No silly, she's a virgin Mary. Of course he has a father. "His father is Mr. Walde... he's, um, the Governor." The Governor. Sorry, I'm probably the shittiest when it comes to politics, but the name