All Rise - Aaron Judge -

15- Cushion

We were home for the next week after we played the Blue Jays. Andrew and I were on our way to eat breakfast with our parents after I got off work and before he had to go to the stadium. 

"Are you ready for full cushion mode?" Andrew asked, making me laugh. 

He was referring to my mother, who has been in full cushion mode since the thing with Hanley. She didn't ever bring it up, and she was treating me like a child again. 

"After work, of course, I am," I answered and he chuckled. There were some people who'd come into work and tell me stories I would never want to hear while eating breakfast, but it's not like I could stop them and tell them to leave. Sometimes I'd tell Andrew the stories and make him suffer, too. 

"If it gets to be too much cushion, cry and we'll leave," he joked and I grinned. "Will do," I said.

We pulled into our parents' driveway and got out after parking. 

"Mama! Dad! We're here!" I yelled, opening the door. Andrew laughed from behind me, making fun of how I just barged in and let it be known that I'm here. 

"Baby!" My mom yelled, quickly walking into the room and up to me. I grinned, hugging her back. Her short blonde hair brushed against my face when she hugged me, making me relax more. My moms' hugs were very relaxing. 

Dad walked in, talking to mom. "Jill, stop smothering the kids," he told her. 

She turned around glaring at him. "Shut up, Chris. I wanna love on my babies," she told him.

After telling dad that, she hugged Andrew. "Hey dad," I said, walking up to him and hugging him. "Hey, baby. You doing okay?" He asked. I nodded and he rubbed my back before going to hug Andrew. 

"Come on, the food's already done," mom said, walking into the kitchen. We all followed, making our plates and sitting down. 

"Olivia, have anything to tell us?" Dad asked, taking a bite of his sausage. 

I shook my head, chewing my bite. "Nothing I can think of, why?" I asked after I swallowed. 

He glanced at Andrew and my jaw dropped. "Andrew! You told them?" I asked, reaching over and slapping his hand. 

"Olivia May! Do not hit your brother!" Mom scolded me. He smiled innocently and I glared at him. 

"What do you want to know?" I asked, looking at dad. 

He hummed, taking a sip of his drink while I nervously waited for his question. "Does he like Andrew?" 

I was shocked that that was his first question. 

"Uh, yeah. They definitely bonded yesterday," I said, making Andrew chuckle. 

Asshole. 

My dad came up with weird questions when one of us got into a relationship and ratted the other out. I always tried to prepare myself for the questions, but they were almost never the same. But if the person in question were to come to the house, he'd ask them the exact same questions he asked us, like he was comparing the answers. My mom just sat next to him, acting innocent. She was probably the one coming up with the questions and keeping track of them while dad asked them.

"Good. What did you guys do at the hotel together?" He asked and I glared at Andrew again. What a little bitch. 

"We watched movies and ate, that's it. Then we fell asleep, woke up, and went to iHop. After iHop, he had to get on his plane back to New York to play," I answered honestly. 

They won't catch me lying unless they ask if I've done anything sexual with him. No way was I having that talk again. 

"What movies?" "Infinity War and The Incredibles."