𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 (Complete)

'𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍' 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

"MOM! CANDI STOLE MY ACTION FIGURES!"

"THEY'RE DOLLS!"

"ACTION FIGURES!"

"DOLLS!"

"MOM! CANDI'S CALLING MY ACTION FIGURES DOLLS!"

"BECAUSE THEY ARE!"

"ARE NOT!"

"ARE TOO!"

"Just Joe King and Candice B. Fureal. Please come to the kitchen."

"Yes, mommy," I hear the two small voices say in unison.

I don't realize my mouth is open until Lucas leans into my ear and whispers something about a fly. That makes my mouth clamp shut.

A beautiful red-haired woman sweeps into the room, her ankle-length dress swishing between her legs. Resting on her hip is a small baby boy with bright green eyes and a small wisp of red hair upon his shiny head.

"I'm sorry about that," the woman says, stopping in front of us and pulling Justin's head down carefully to give him a small kiss on the top of his head. "I'm Mrs. Roig. But call me Amy. It's nice to meet you," she continues, turning to me and reaching for my hand.

"Paris," I return, shaking her hand.

"Dinner's almost ready. You can sit on the couch while you wait if you'd like. Is there anything I can get you to drink?"

"No, thanks," I reply.

This has to be a nanny. This graceful lady can not be Justin's mother.

But the similarities in their facial features, hair, eye color, and build is uncanny.

Personality-wise?

Never seen anything more different in my life.

I hear the soft tapping of small feet against the wood floor as two excited children rush forward. The girl immediately comes up to me and grabs my arms. "How much did he pay you?" she questions, looking deeply into my eyes with her vibrant green eyes.

"As much as he paid Justin's house mall," I reply with a frown.

"You poor thing." She looks down, a thoughtful look on her face. Then she pops her head up, a smile lighting her face. "I'm Candice, by the way." The boy that had come with her tries to jump on her, but she holds out her hand, and his forehead crashes against her palm. He swings his arms for a good half-minute before letting his arms fall to his sides in defeat. He rests there until the girl removes her hand, causing the boy to fall on his face. "That's my twin, Just. Believe it or not, he's even more annoying than Justin."

"You're right, I'm not sure if I can believe that."

"Dinner!" Justin's mom calls.

Instead of trying to convince me, Candice simply whispers, "Good luck," into my ear before skipping off to the dining room.

This should be interesting.

———————

Interesting was an understatement.

You know the idiom, 'What goes up, must come down'?

Well, unfortunately, gravity applies to Cottage Pie as well.

"I'm so sorry," Amy says for the millionth time as she helps me remove the sticky mashed potatoes from my hair.

I don't say 'it's fine' or 'it's alright', because it isn't—but I also don't say 'don't worry about it', because she will anyway.