"Kenny?"
It was Sharon's husband.
"Why does he have to come in between us?" Stacy sighed.
Kenny is more like a caring husband and a sweetheart boyfriend. Their life was perfect. They dated in highschool and he proposed to her as soon as he got a job at a reputed company. Stacy hated him because he's the one thing that drives them apart.
Both of the sisters' life were calm and normal until Kenny came into their life. Even though she's her own sister, she had priorities to her husband and family. She gradually grew apart from Stacy. She hated it. Now they're having a baby, she's sure that Sharon's gonna ignore her forever.
"Lemme just pick this up" Sharon said.
"Hey Honey! How's the baby?" He asked.
"The baby's fine... when are you getting back? "
"I'll be there in an hour. Do you need anything from the store, like groceries or something?"
"No, I just went to the store for groceries. "
"Why! You could've just told me,"
"It's okay baby. I wanted to go out for errands once in a while."
"Yeah. Okay. But be careful okay."
" Okay baby. Come home soon okay."
"Yeah... bye honey!"
When Sharon finished talking, Stacy had already gone to her room.
Stacy was staring at her laptop, completely spaced out and she typed the words " Story of my life" in the header of a word document. When Sharon came to her room, she immediately closed the laptop.
"What are you hiding in there?"
"It's nothing..." she said without looking at her.
"Come on.... show me...."
" Since when do you care?" She crossed her arms.
"Don't make me call the tickle monster! "
"No! I'm too old for that!" She opened her laptop, "I was working on my essay...."
"Your college essay?" Sharon took over the laptop.
"Well yeah...."
"Story of my life? That's the best you could do?" She laughed. "My essay was so brilliant that I got accepted to five best colleges in USA. If you want me to help, I'll help you."
"No, you don't have to help me, I have to do this on my own."
"That's a good choice. A good essay comes from the hardest adversities one had to face in their life. That should be your inspiration. I wrote about the hardships of being the elder sister who had to take care of everything including you. Real literature comes from pain... you know. "
"Yeah. But nothing really painful has happened to my life ever. How am I gonna write it?"
"You don't have to write about yourself, you can write about the depressing scenarios you had to witness or something that melts your heart. Do you.... happen to know any of these scenarios?"
"Yeah...... I know one depressing situation...."
"What is it?"
"Your wedding."
"Don't say that! Kenny is nice."
"Well, why wouldn't I? What am I gonna do when someone steals my sister completely out of the blue?
"Maybe you should try and understand him more...."
"It's just.... I feel left out most of the time, when the baby comes, I'll be invisible to you."
"Oh... Stacy... I__"
"Hey I'm home!" It was Kenny.
"Ugh!" Stacy sighed and Sharon went out of the room.
"Where's my baby!" Kenny hugs Sharon and kisses her belly. "I've missed you little guy! Daddy's home!"
"Alright no kisses for me?" She frowned.
"There's always kisses for you baby! You're my sweetheart!" Kenny said.
They started hugging and kissing until they heard a voice from the stairs.
"If I'm gonna be seeing that everyday, I'm not leaving the room!" Stacy screamed and went to her room and slammed the door hard.
"I wonder we're gonna have to fix the door. " Kenny said.
"Stop joking Kenny! " Sharon smiled.
"Okay, did that little devil bother you and the baby?"
"She's my sister Kenny! "
"Oh... sorry baby... I was just joking."
"Actually there's something. " her face became glum.
"What, what is it? Is something bothering you?"
"Yeah.... and it's about Stacy....she...."
"What happened to her?"
"You need to talk to her."
YOU ARE READING
My little sweetheart
General FictionStacy Simmons had a dream of being a mother, looking after her children and her husband and was longing for a family life but life puts her in complicated situations as she was expected to co parent her niece. She struggles to look after the infant...