Disclaimer: I do not own anything belonging to Kate Brian's Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys.

Sorry for the late update. But you guys have to understand, this story is long and complicated. Most of my chapters average up to 2,000 words. And that's on a short day. I write three other stories and the chapters usually are 5,000 words. I have to edit them all and even then I'm not done. Sometimes I have chapters written then I start them ALL over again because I don't think they're good enough. I beta stories too.

I am IN NO WAY trying to complain; I love writing this story, but if I don't update immediately you have to be understanding and PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME that I'll just stop the story. Because I won't. Have a little faith. I want to know what happens with Luci, tooooooo.

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If you've been reading all my other AN's you'd notice I'd been offering outtakes. But NO ONE has asked, and I'm pretty sure you'd all enjoy. Just sayin'. So go find em'.

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Enough with the AN. Don't be offended by my capital letters, I'm feeling exuberant today.

On December 16th of 2011, Juan Sebastian Mendez was born. Oh, and let's not forget his little sister too, Liana Stefanie Mendez.

That's right; Camilla got her little girl after all. I received the phone call during breakfast.

"Luciana. Your sister gave birth!" Cristiano cried from the other line. The sound of his voice echoed in the relatively quiet room.

I squealed like a little girl, jumping up and down. Regina, getting wind of the conversation, ran over and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, squeezing tightly.

"How is he?" I asked.

"Juan is fine. And so is little Liana." Liana? She had TWINS? My sister got her little girl after all!

"Liana?" I yelled into the phone.

"That it right. The doctor said it's not unusual for one baby to hide behind the other. It would explain why she went into labor so early. You should have seen your sister, Luciana. I thought the devil had reincarnated itself into her-"

"Cristiano, shut up! Tell me more about mis sobrinos!" I cried, cutting him off from the boring story I knew he was going to tell. I loved my sister's boyfriend. I really did. But sometimes, he was the most annoying creature to ever inhabit the planet.

He laughed. "Juan had a head full of my hair and your sister's light brown eyes. Liana has just as much hair, but it's a bright, electric blond. We think it'll darken. She hasn't opened her eyes yet."

By now, I had the phone on speaker; Regina and I were religiously listening to Cristiano's words. The boys were excited to, standing around my tiny phone, especially Sean, but I don't think they quite had as much excitement as Regina and I did. They just didn't get the whole having-a-baby thing.

"How big are they?" Regina stole my next question.

Cristiano answered without hesitation. "Juan is seven pounds, two ounces. He's nineteen inches. Liana is smaller weighing only five pounds, four ounces. But she is taller at twenty inches." I beamed. I was an aunt!

I would spoil and love those babies, even more than my own sister would. Because let's be honest, with Camilla as their mother, they'd be the best dressed babies in their daycare.

"How's Mila?" Regina asked in concentration. I'd almost forgotten about the welfare of my sister.

"She's exhausted and resting right now. She's having trouble breast-feeding-" Ian snickered loudly.

I slapped him on the back of the head, much like a big sister would do to her annoying little brother. I took a small satisfaction in the fact that I was now becoming a part of the McGowan family, not just the "hot chick" (as Doug had previously referred to me to his "homies"). They saw me as their sister, except for Sean, of course. Because that would be just plain awkward. And gross…

"My parents are here," Cristiano said distractedly as I overheard a women speaking hysterically in Spanish.

"Bye Cristiano! Send everyone my love!" Cristiano said a quick good-bye before hanging up the phone.

I sighed as Sean wrapped his arms around my shoulders before giving me an affectionate squeeze. I blushed at his public display of affection. I mean-we all knew I wasn't shy when it came to things like displays of affection, but Sean and I hadn't really declared our "relationship" to his family.

If you could call it that type of relationship. Sean and I were taking things "slow". That's what he would call it. Ever since our trip, we'd never been the same. We both understood the bond we felt, but neither of us really declared what that bond had signified.

I would hang out with Sean in his pool house. We would joke and laugh. He'd help me study and I would try to teach him some Spanish. We were having fun. He'd help me cope over the loss I was still suffering from and I'd give him the motivation to keep working towards Abe's goal for him.

During this time, I'd learned many things about Sean Robert McGowan. The tattoos on his biceps were in remembrance of Abe and also his Nana whom died when he was just ten. His only serious girlfriend was a girl named Ariel Windham who had blond hair and was a cheerleader. Sean hated playing on teams in organized sports, but in high school he was the hockey team captain. He'd had sex with seven different girls, losing his virginity when he was only fourteen. When he was younger, Sean wanted to be a firefighter and would purposely light matches just so he could put them out.

And I'd revealed things to Sean. I'd told him that my secret dream would be to open up a bakery. He didn't believe me, but when I cooked him, and the rest of the family, the best red velvet cake they'd ever tasted, he didn't doubt my mad skills. I told him that my first kiss had been with a girl, little Katia Mata, when I was eight and that I had a huge crush on my former soccer coach, Sara Greene.

We were an odd pair that was for sure, but one that matched, weirdly enough. Our physical relationship, though, was something that bothered me.

I couldn't explain it to you, but I am just a very physical person. I show my affections a lot with my body. The fact that Sean wouldn't allow us to go further than kissing with him shirtless and with my bra on bugged me to no end. We were both mature and I wanted to be with Sean in that way. I was ready. And I never understood why we never allowed it. I knew he was ready. (I'd felt the physical evidence.) But he never allowed moments like the precious one we had in the shower about three to two months ago happen.

I was frustrated, but also a little embarrassed. I'd never really been rejected before in my life. It burns.

So here Sean and I were, kissing on his bed. I was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings. It was only eight o'clock. I didn't have to back into the house by ten.

Regina and John had set up some rules about Sean and me once they noticed that I was leaving to his house and not returning until later on in the night. They weren't as upset as I thought it would be, probably because they knew how responsible Sean was or because they were as unsure of our "relationship" status as we were or because they were just happy it wasn't one of their more pubescent, hormonal sons.

"Sean," I breathed as he kissed my shoulder when I threw his oversized shirt off. I straddled his waist as he continued kissing me. My eyes almost rolled back into my head as his lips continued their insane magical dance.

Did I mention that Sean was the best kisser I had ever encountered in my life? The best. The most skillful. His kisses were like dangerous drugs to my hormonal self.

My hands traveled south of his body, feeling his sculpted stomach along the way.

"Luci." He scolded against my lips. I pouted but still continued to slowly try to inch my fingers under his waist band…

"Luci." He pulled away from me, immediately ruining the mood.

"God, Sean." I groaned while rolling away from him. "What's the big deal?" I cried while refusing to put on the t-shirt he handed me. I just stared at his flushed perfect face, concentrating on his soft lips.

I wanted him so bad. This was not normal.

"Put the shirt on, Luci." He grunted before leaving the room. He'd never left before. I was beginning to think I was the only anguished one in the relationship. But we were both most likely upset over totally different things.

"No." I said stubbornly before following him out to his living room. It was as if he was trying to forget what was going on the moment before- he was flipping through a stack of papers with a book while sitting at the table.

"Why can't we take this a little further?" I whined. I was beginning to sound needy and I didn't appreciate it. I was Luci, for fuck's sake. And in case you didn't know, or lived in an alternate universe, needy was not a word in my vocabulary nor was it a part of my personality.

"You don't even know what to call this-" He yelled dramatically while pointing between the two of us. His gray eyes burned to a dark charcoal making them look black.

"So?" I stopped my foot.

"I don't want to go there just yet, Luci." He said, a little softer.

"But I do." I whined again, grabbing hold of his hand. He rolled his eyes at me and snatched his hand away. It was a gesture that I didn't think would bother or hurt me but it did. Sean was pushing me away.

Tears forced their way to the surface as I quickly went to go retrieve my shirt from his room. I knew he saw my tears but he didn't comment on them. All he did was let out a wary sigh, like I was the child and he was the adult, always having to make the choices for the two of us.

I left his pool house without a goodbye.

As much as I felt for Sean sometimes, he could be a pain in the ass. He was painfully cryptic and I always had to decipher his secret signals and messages. It wasn't fair.

I plopped myself onto my bed feeling tired and exhausted. And sort of needy.

I reached over my night stand to check my phone. One Missed Phone Call from: MACKENZIE

I dialed Mackenzie's number quickly. She had become a very close friend in the absence of Penelope who apparently was too busy to return a damn phone call or email.

"What's up?" I asked immediately, knowing Mackenzie. She wasn't a sit-and-chat type of girl.

"Ca-ca-can ya-oou come overrrrr?"

Her voice was frantic and thick with tears. I couldn't decipher one sentence from the next.

"Mackenzie, chill out. I'll be there in less than a half n' hour." Happy with the distraction from my bummed-out mood that Sean had put me in, I packed a quick bag and asked Regina if I could go.

At first she was hesitant, but she trusted me, and I had told her it was an absolute emergency.

Mackenzie's room was a lot like her, serene with sweet homely touches. It was painted a light sage green with white accents. My room was decorated with different color scarves placed carelessly around the room along with stacks of books and sketches attached to the wall, adding splashes of vibrant color- showing off my crazy and sometimes erratic behavior. Kenz's room was neat with her shoes in place with a modern glass desk and bookcase. It reminded me of her totally chill and sleek attitude.

"What's up?" I said. She laid face down on her bed. Her auburn hair was pulled into a messy bun and she wore nothing but a white t-shirt and shorts that rode up from the position she was in.

She mumbled into her pillow.

"Mackenzie." I stated, grabbing her arm and pulling her body up. She allowed me to do this, lifting herself from the pillow.

Her make-up was severely smudged with clumps of mascara dotting the skin under her eyes. Her blush seemed redder somehow and the scarlet lipstick she wore faded to a maroon-ish color. Purple-y blue and red spots decorated her neck and could only be described as hickeys.

I gasped as my eyes raked over her disheveled form.

"What did you do?" I paused for a second before rethinking my statement. "No- who did you do?"

She took a deep breath. "I've been sleeping with Evan."

Now, you know those moments when you don't think you hear something, but you DID, it's just too unbelievable to comprehend?

Now was one of them. Go figure.

I took two deep breaths before putting on a compassionate expression. I could feel Mackenzie's body tense. She was nervous for my reaction and I needed to be as supportive as I could be. I wouldn't judge her.

"How about you just explain everything then we'll go from there."

She took a deep breath. I could tell she was scared. I rubbed circles on the small of her back.

"It all started at Ricky's party in the beginning of the year. Hailey and Evan were fighting and I found him in one of the guest rooms. I guess you could say we started talking and one thing led to another. I had alcohol in my system. I knew he didn't but I pretended he did."

"The next day I left without a word, even after he tried to talk to me. He called me for a week saying that he wanted to chat. In that week, Hailey had been complaining to me about how Evan had been ignoring her."

"I finally met with Evan. Remember that day I cancelled plans with you for our trip to Six Flags? That was why. We sat and talked for hours, from noon to midnight. I didn't realize that behind his clichéd football captain slash beautiful guy persona was an actual person."

"From then on till the end of October and mid-November, we kept secretly meeting. We ignored the fact that we'd had sex and we hadn't made any move to take anything further. But then, he kissed me." I watched Mackenzie's face cloud with happiness for a brief moment, and I knew that she was falling in love with Evan. Already.

"And I kissed him back. And we had sex. I remember the day so well. It was November 10th, we were at my parent's inn... Oh, God, Luci." She started tearing up again and turned into my embrace. I rested her head in my lap and I combed my fingers softly through her hair until her breathing calmed.

"He was soft, so gentle. I've had sex with four different people in the past, Luci. My first time was with my boyfriend during my freshman and sophomore years. Next was with Abe until he died. Another was a one night stand, and then there was Evan. And Evan Sex was the best sex ever because he was so caring. He put me first. He was even better than Abe."

"Does that make me awful?" She said suddenly. I felt her breathing quicken.

"Shh. It doesn't. Trust me." I reassured.

"I said I couldn't keep doing this to Hailey. And I couldn't. She had excommunicated me when I started hanging out with you- one of her dramatic quirks. But I could see she was hurting. And when I asked her about it she said that Evan hadn't been having sex with her since September. Since Ricky's party. She thought that he was cheating on her with you."

Now I understood some of Hailey's unexplainable brutality during the season. If I thought there was another woman in Sean's life, I don't know what I would do.

"I talked to Evan about it and he told me that he was going to break up with her. There was no point to him to stay with her if he knew he belonged with me. It was so terribly mushy and I couldn't believe that I was almost falling for it.

So I told him to stay with Hailey. It would be wrong for me to start dating him and as much as Hailey was a bitch, she didn't deserve that or losing Evan."

"So why are you crying now, Mackenzie?" I whispered in her ear.

"Because Evan won't talk to me anymore. Or if he does talk to me he treats me like his best friend, which is great, but I miss his warmth." She said pathetically.

Oh, this girl was falling and fast.

"And last night, we had sex. And God, Luci, was it great sex, but I could tell he was hurting. He didn't want to sneak around to have sex with me. He didn't want to lie, and neither do I!" She was becoming hysterical.

"You've got to choose, Mackenzie." I said suddenly. "And from what I hear from you, Evan is being honest. The fact that he stopped having sex with Hailey, even when you weren't having sex, speaks volumes. Because we all know how horny Evan can be."

"I know I've got to choose… but Luci?" She asked while her voice cracked. She lifted herself from my lap and stared into my eyes.

Her brown eyes seemed hazel electrified by the fear and anxiety she was emitting.

"Yeah Mackenzie?"

"You have to promise you won't say anything." She asked her eyes going wide. I could feel the pulse on her wrist speed up as she grabbed my hand, staring sincerely into my eyes. I nodded my head while silently offering my pinky, which she took graciously.

"How am I just going to tell everyone that I think I'm pregnant with my sister's boyfriend's baby?"

Oh. Cliffhanger. Bummer!

Sorry for any mistakes, I needed to get this POSTED.

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