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before flipping onto my stomach and trying to get some more sleep. Whatever he wanted, it coul
ing three in
the yelling of my father from right across the room as I groaned
ing to spend tim
p!" My father shouted again, his voice penetrating through the comf
a
went int
er just went
the comforter away and hopping out of the bed as I ran into the room where my father and his wife of two years were supposed to
, then, entered just to have my stepmother stop shouting
a manipulating bitch, intelligent enough to never cheat on my father. She was sexy, alright, and quite provocative, too, but when the term 'stepmother' was attached to her, my dick thought it was better to respect her
him a reason to be suspicious. It was just that I never felt that she appreciated or even gave a damn about how he felt. She was after
d my father's horrified voice, "Do you t
d found myself standing just in my navy blue boxer
alised that my breath smelled horrible and I didn't want to poison the car in fear of suffocating my unborn sibling. I quickly hopped down the stairs and found dad carrying L
her. My jaw clenched as I thought about it, but then shook out of it, because
cket, and carried Larissa to the lobby. A nurse immediately brought a str
I fel
ded t
nd if I didn't hurry, nature was surely going to leave a
earing in the hospital would be the last thing on his min
happiness shone in their eyes and I wondered if my father was also feeling the same, if not more. When Larissa first told him
in there, but was left aghast when I
in front of a large audience. Agonisingly slowly, when I felt that I couldn't control anymore
der is on the verge of bursti
oked at my reflection in
sitting on my shoulders when I sto
ng to be
s shocked when I got to know about it. I had no idea dad was still young enough to ensure that his sperms made it to their destination. In fact, eve
the happie
posed to be. It wasn't quiet at all down that hallway. People were running here and there, the
sa's delivery room
y froze when I saw the tear str
seem like
hrough her pregnancy, I was actually looking forward to meeting my half sibling. And
hand on m
one who was supposed to aid in delivering my sister or brother s
tion. It could have been that the umbilical cord wound around my baby siste
short, right? They were supposed to be long enough fo
mediately. It was the same look he had on when mom died, t
ning. Dad was supposed to look happy - all flu
could see was from the
iately pulled me into a hug. I patted his back awkwardly
y was st
aw him look so broken in my entire twenty eight years of existence. My eyes went over to Larissa, who was cr
er understand that
ld have ever wished for her. It was cruel, and I had no ide
s shoulders, saying the only thing I
to stay stron
ver they wanted to. I should have been the one strong enough for both of them, but my own nerves and thoughts were fogging.
s chatting away without stopping for breath. I remembered the first time I had met her in Larissa's office - when I had to go to pick Lari
at it affected me in any way, since my brain had switched positions with my other head, and my
resses glinting as the streetlights illuminated her features. It crossed my mind for a moment, what exactly was i
as she escaped m
ched. All the waiting for those nine months, all the happiness, anticipation, excitement, hopes, dreams were cru
I whi