Today is the last day at home, I hate to admit it, but I am going to miss my brothers.
Anthony and Milo have been spending a lot of time together. I love to see both of them so happy. Sofia and I have decided to take a day off.
We have been watching TV and chatting about random things.
"What do you think I should get Milo for his birthday?" She asks, trying to rack up her brain with ideas.
"Honestly you are giving him the best gift. The gift of life," she then begins to tear up as I admit this to her. Pregnancy hormones for us werewoman are horrid.
"Sorry, it's the baby." She begins to cry and I hold her. She is so fragile at the moment.
"You don't know how much I appreciate you, you have always been super exceptional especially at excepting me." A single tear escapes the corner of my eye, and I don't understand why I am getting emotional with her. I tend to be the rock, but I feel as though I am paper when looking at her crying.
"Don't cry, it's okay you are an incredible sister, you are like the one, I never had." Her smile beams across the room and her eyes light up with glee as I give her truthful positive affirmations.
"Trust me, I had four they suck most of the time." We both giggle as we then break out into a fit of laughter.
"Well, I am glad I have you then," I say, turning on an episode of teen wolf.
"You don't understand how much of a turn on Dylan O'Brien is, he can fuck me up," I say as I watch Stiles in class attempting to focus.
"I love Tyler Posey way more, have you seen his jawline?" She asks, holding her bump.
"Yeah, I have, but still Dylan is mine," I say sticking my tongue out at her.
"Posey is mine. Good thing we are under the same agreement." She nodes and I giggle.
"What agreement?" Asks Milo who has just walked in on us discussing other men.
"Oh, we were discussing which teen wolf character sets our lady bits on fire." I give him a wink, and then stick out my tongue at him.
My brother looks at me in disgust. "Never mind, forget it." He says walking over to Sofia. Everyone likes to call her by her middle name. Her real first name is Amber.
"How is he?" He asks getting down on his knees to caress her cheek and then belly.
"Fine, now that you are here." He says all lovey-dovey. Eww gross...this is a side of him I never thought I would be forced to endure.
"She was just as fine before you walked in," I say shoving a whole handful of cheese popcorn into my mouth. I roll my eyes and focus on the T.V. I hope Anthony and I are not that cringe-worthy together in person.
I hear Anthony chuckle before, sitting down next to the pile of blankets, also known as me.
"I missed you, love," Anthony whispers into my ear shoving a small velvet box into my hand. He opens it up to reveal a small gold pendant that is the shape of a heart.
"Thank you this is so beautiful, would you mind putting it on me?" I ask as I turn around for him to put it on me.
He puts it on gently and I close my eyes as his soft touch rubs against my mark.
"It's beautiful, thank you so much I love it!" I say pulling him into a huge hug. I will honestly love anything, he gives me even if it was a stick of gum.
"I am glad you like it." He says pulling me toward me and then gripping me tighter.
"I more than like it, babe. I love it!" He smiles and my brother groans.
"Get a room you two." He wines out. I give him the bird and I stick my tongue out and my brother does the same.
"Gladly," Anthony says making my brother's face look even more pissed off.
"You should have seen him, he spent six hours looking for that damn thing." My brother announces and I think he says this to piss off Anthony, which it does.
"Well, I wanted it to be perfect." He says nonchalantly I look over at his pink cheeks and then lean in to kiss both of them.
"Perfect does not take six fucking hours!" On the contrary Milo, you used to take six hours to do your hair, that is why I ended up doing it. But I decide to not but in because there is no returning from picking sides. No side is right in this matter.
"Can you two just chill? I am thankful for this necklace and would be even more thankful if you two just would agree, this is a nice gesture. I love you both, but these little battles of dominance are so immature." Both stop and pout. I give Sofia the look and we both kiss the pout away.
There was no further argument after that.
My mom assigned me as the cook tonight since I make better food than her. This is true, her food is bland, never really has any flavor. She does that to please her mate.
So, I chose to make a pot roast, which everyone including my mother got excited about.
It's Anthony's favorite dish and I guess we both came with gifts today.
I started it earlier in the slow cooker. I didn't tell Anthony what was going to be made. I didn't tell him, because he didn't ask.
Pushing myself up off ot the couch to go and check on it. Walking around a laundry basket one of the boys didn't put away.
As soon as I open the kitchen door I see my brothers coloring hand turkeys. They seem to be enjoying themselves. I look at both slow cookers each one smells just as good. The room fills with an amazing scent.
"Hey, what the hell smells so good?" Anthony asks walking into my humble surprise area.
The boys, thank God stop him to show him their hand turkeys. I walk over to observe too. They are nice but I am more than sure turkeys are not blue and pink but the boys claim they are. These are very prideful turkeys.
"What Color is this?" I ask Miguel, he is 4 years old and super intelligent for his age. I point to a light brown.
"Bown." He says proudly. "Correct! What about this one?" I point to the blue fingers. "Blue," I smile and say "Correct good job Miguel you are so smart." I give him a big bear hug.
"Smart enough to go to college with you?" This question pulls at my heart.
I don't know what to say, so I just hug him.
"You are crazy smarts kid, but you need to go to kindergarten before you start thinking about what college you should attend," Anthony says studying my reaction to his answer.
Miguel goes back to drawing, this time it is a heart. He carefully cuts it out with safety scissors and gives it to me.
"I miss you." He says engulfing me in a hug that brings tears to my eyes.
"I miss you too, how about this. I can come and visit more and maybe you can spend the night with us." He slowly backs away smiling.
"Yay!" He cheers taking back the heart he just gave me.
"Why did you take back my heart?" I ask faking a pout.
"Cause since you are coming back homes, then I won't miss you." He pulls me into a huge hug.
"I will come and visit, I have a new home, with Hudson remember." They call Anthony Hudson since that is what my stepfather calls him.
My brother looks at him coldly and says, "I hate you." He tries to but, I grab him before he can.
"With that attitude maybe I won't come home. Say you are sorry, now. It is not Hudson's fault that I live so far away. It is mine, so if you are going to say you hate someone say it to me and apologize to Hudson. That is not fair that you said that to him, it could hurt his feelings just as much as it hurts yours when I leave." He looks at Anthony with tears streaming down his face.
"I sowwy." He says burrowing into the crook of Anthony's neck.
"It's okay buddy, no hard feelings." We both hold him through the tears and he stops after a short time.
He zooms off like nothing has happened to him after the next few minutes.
"So when's dinner, I am starving?" I throw my head back and laugh.
"Soo," I say giving him a quick wink turning right back to the direction of my old room for a bit of the devil's tango.
A/N:
Hey guys. Also thanks to Alex Myers for introducing me to the phrase devils tango 👹 😂