Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
December 25, 1994
~Dalvin's P.O.V~
It's Christmas morning and we just finished passing around a few gifts. This is the first year in a long time we were able to spend Christmas and Thanksgiving with the family. Yes, we aren't able to come home as much as we should and this year has been a struggle for us to do so, but we were able so here we are.
As of now, we're at the table eating breakfast. We didn't open all of our presents we were WAY to hungry to open everything. We brought our parents a bunch of stuff. They gave us everything we deserved during our upbringing. God know we can never repay them for what they did for us, but we can do things for them.
"Kids, your father and I have something to tell you. We don't know how you'd react, so we chose not to announce this with the rest of the family just yet, but we'll eventually tell them as well." Momma said to us all.
After she said those words, my heart dropped thinking the absolute worst. I have a bad feeling about this. Is somebody dead? Somebody dying? Somebody sick? Whatever it is I hope it's bearable for all of us, because I KNOW she's about to tell us something life changing. I know for a fact that Me, Derek, and De feel the same way. The difference is me and De aren't physically showing it, while Derek over here perspiring from his pits and face.
"Okay..." I trialed off, waiting in anticipation.
"Now kids, we ain't mean for this to happen. It just did..." Pops trailed off.
"Okay..." Derek nodded.
"Did y'all kill somebody on some Bonnie and Clyde stuff?" De asked them. "To me it sounds like y'all are about to say y'all got some time in the pen for doing something of that nature." De explained slowly.
"Listen here lil nigga, I'm a pastor. I work in a church. Why would I do something like that? I'm a man of God, and your mother is a woman of God. What our old asses look like doing that?" Our pops said to De.
I chuckled underneath my breath. The ways he started is hilarious, but what more funny is that he's over here talking about he's a man of God but curse like a damn sailor or some shit. See where we got it from? All of us curse but not in front of our parents, we weren't raised like that.
"Hey..." De held up his hands in defense. "Y'all are beatin' around the bush like y'all ashamed of whatever it is y'all did. I just thought-"
"Dad, what is it?" Derek asked cutting DeVanté off.
Pops looked at momma and momma nodded at him. "What we're trying to tell you all is that you all are having another sibling." Momma finally told us.
"Who'd y'all adopt?" Derek furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who y'all take in? The little boy from down the street?" De asked them.
Pops made a face at us then shouted. "No! Now shut up! Ya momma's pregnant." He pointed at moms.
Me, Derek, and De bursted out laughing. "I see y'all got jokes, huh?" I said out of breath, through laughter, and the clapping of my hands.
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