Everlasting

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Everly's POV
I'm lying on one of the couches with a movie playing in the background. Mom is on the other couch.

"What the hell are you eating?" I ask her.

"Prawns and blackcurrant jello." Mom says. "Want one?"

"Absolutely not." I say.

"I thought my cravings would be over by now." Mom says.

"I thought the baby would be here by now." I roll my eyes.

"She's taking her time." Mom says, rubbing her bump.

"She sure is." I huff.

"Don't listen to your sister, baby." Mom coos to her belly.

"We can't keep calling her baby. She needs a proper name." I say.

"We've been thinking about names but nothing really fits." Mom says.

"You chose Jake and Teagal's names the day you found out you were having twin boys." I point out.

"Between you and the boys, Carrie and Taylor, Rose and Lottie, all of the good names have been taken up." Mom complains.

"Come on, Mom. There are so many names out there." I say.

"Which is exactly why it takes so damn long to pick one." Mom says.

"Which is exactly why I think you should do a lucky dip and get it over with." I say.

"Your sister just kicked me in the ribs for that comment. Thanks Everly." Mom rolls her eyes.

"You're ever so welcome." I say, imitating the voice of Jade impersonating Tori from Victorious.

"Where are you going?" Mom asks as I stand up.

"To get a snack. Do you want something?" I ask, walking to the kitchen.

"Uh yeah, a lasagne. Please." Mom yells.

"Are you kidding me? Where am I supposed to whip up a lasagne from?" I ask.

"Try the freezer." Mom yells.

"Got it." I say, taking out a frozen vegan lasagne and defrosting it in the microwave.

"Do you wanna watch Real Housewives?" Mom yells.

"Beverly Hills or Orange County?" I ask.

"Beverly Hills." Mom says.

"Yeah sure." I say, walking in with Mom's bowl of lasagne and a packet of mini oreos.

"Ooh, thanks." Mom says, taking her bowl and sprinkling some of my oreos over her lasagne.

"You're demented." I say.

"Oh so you think I'm pretty and demented?" Mom smirks, repeating a line from Victorious.

"Seriously, I understand you're pregnant but I'm gonna start getting morning sickness just looking at the stuff you eat." I shiver.

"It's good! The crumble of the cookies with the pasta and the cream with the tomato...mm. Don't slate it 'til you try it, Ev." Mom says.

We hear the front door burst open and suddenly Carrie is jumping on top of me on the couch.

"A simple 'hi' would have been okay." I say as she steals my oreos.

"It's cold in here." Matt says, walking in and turning the heat up.

"Hello other person who does not live here." Mom says sarcastically.

"Sup." Matt nods.

"Where are your other kiddos, Lizzy?" Carrie asks.

"Who knows." Mom shrugs.