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Julia
Approaching Imogene’s door, I paused and took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever conversation we were about to have.
She wasn’t ignorant when it came to sex. I made sure of it. I was raised in a somewhat conservative house where sex wasn’t discussed. When teenage hormones hit, I certainly made quite a few bad decisions. All because I didn’t have any sort of parental figure to explain sex to me. That it was something to be celebrated, enjoyed.
So when I ended up married to a man who used sex to control me, manipulate me…punish me, I thought that was normal.
It wasn’t until I met Lachlan that I realized how amazing sex could be.
Imogene was still young. While I hoped she wouldn’t become sexually active anytime soon, I didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t talk to me about it. Didn’t want her to feel ashamed about having certain urges. Not like I was made to feel at her age.
Bringing my hand up, I knocked gently, expecting to hear rustling from within. When I didn’t, I knocked again, then cracked open the door, peeking my head inside her room.
“Imogene, sweetie?”
Obviously sensing motion out of the corner of her eye, she darted her gaze to mine from where she sat cross-legged on her bed, laptop and phone in front of her.
She pulled her AirPods out of her ears and returned them to their case.
“Sorry.” She smiled slightly. “I had my music turned up loud. Figured I’d give you privacy to, well…finish.”
My face heated, but I pushed down my embarrassment, knowing we needed to have this conversation.
“I’m sorry you had to walk in on that.” I padded across the room and sat on the corner of her bed. “That wasn’t exactly how I planned on you meeting Lachlan for the first time.”
“You and me both.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking down at her body.
Imogene was like every other teenage girl on the planet. Constantly uneasy in her own skin. Always comparing herself to everyone. Feeling inadequate in every way.
While she was taller than most girls her age, and even a majority of the boys, she was a bit late in developing. She’d be fifteen in a few months. But she hadn’t exactly grown breasts yet. Not like many of her friends. It made her extremely self-conscious.
I tried to tell her she’d eventually have huge boobs like her mom and would wish they’d disappear, especially during that time of the month. That didn’t stop her from comparing herself to other girls, though.
“Are you okay with what you saw? I mean, not okay okay. No one wants to walk in on their mom having sex. I’m sure you’d prefer to think you were conceived through some sort of immaculate conception. But I just wanted—”
“You’re doing it again.”
I shifted my eyes to hers. “Doing what?”
She laughed slightly, tugging at her t-shirt in an effort to hide her own body. Something else she probably picked up from me.
“Rambling when you’re nervous. And it’s okay. I mean, I would have preferred to not walk in on you getting freaky first thing in the morning—”
“Getting freaky? How do you even—”
She placed her hand over mine. “But I think it’s pretty awesome you’re having sex. And, judging from the sounds, enjoying it quite a bit.”
“Imogene!” I exclaimed, aghast.
I fully expected her to be embarrassed over the entire situation. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought she’d essentially cheer me on.
“It’s like you told me, Mama. Sex isn’t anything to be ashamed of. It’s a healthy aspect of your emotional well-being.”
I stared at her for several moments, speechless at how level-headed she was about this. There were so many times I often felt like I was the child and she was the adult.
I scooted up to the head of the bed, pulling her into my arms. Thankfully, she decided to not act like an annoyed teenager, allowing me to snuggle her.
“How am I lucky enough to have such an awesome daughter?”
