it is almost five in the morning
this sweatshirt has sort of a lot problems
I yawned, looking over at Charlie who was passed out on the couch. I still thought it was amusing that Dad wouldn’t let him and Cardi sleep in the full sized bed that was in Crow’s room.
To quote my father, I believe he told my sister’s boyfriend, “No ring on her finger means no spooning for you. Got it, Blondie?”Although, I do give my father credit. I think this was the first time he actually even let Charlie in his house.Poor Char got picked on even more than Lucian did.
“Are you sure you don’t want something to eat, Row-Row?” Mom pressured. “You might as well grab a little something. I mean, you do have a little bit of time to kill. I made waffles.
“What about waffles?” Charlie muttered, trying to sit up. Instead, he ended up yelping and rolling off the couch, landing on his stomach on the wooden floor. I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh.
“Way to go, Thorne.” I heard my dad say as he walked into the kitchen, going to the fridge.
This Little Bluebird- Chapter Eighteen, Generation Two
A day late, (at least for my timezone) But Happy Easter!
(By the way, whoever you are that told me on ask.fm that you missed Splucian pictures, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME AMMUNITION OMFG. kgjkjdhd I’ve had so much fun taking pictures of my babies the past two days.)
“Aww, Row! How come you haven’t taken a test yet?”
“Because I don’t want to know yet.”
“What do you mean?”
I groaned. “Ugh, look. Lucian’s been stressed out enough as it is. When this stupid drug case is over, I’ll tell him and take a test in the mean time. He doesn’t need the stress of a possible new baby coming to town, too.”
“But you have to know! Come on, do you have any tests laying around anywhere? I wanna know if I’m going to have a new niece or nephew!” She ran into the bathroom and I heard her going through drawers.
“Cardi, come on. We don’t have time for this–”
“Aha! Found one!” She came in, holding out the white stick that I had used when I found out that I was pregnant with the twins.
“Piss on it.”
I raised my eyebrow, crossing my arms at my chest. “A little abrupt there, don’t you think?”
She shrugged. “Maybe. Now pee on it.”
I scowled at her at snatched the test from her grip, starting to make my way to the bathroom. She started to follow me. I slammed the door in her face.
“Aw, come on Row! Don’t be like that! I’m doing this for your own good. I wanna know if I can get you piss drunk and party with you tonight or not!”
This Little Bluebird- Chapter Seventeen (Part One), Generation Two