Give me love {sequel to adopted by the SACCONEJOLYs}

Bets!

Jonathan's POV
"Well then lads Emilia wants to put bets on the gender of the new baby." I said into the camera. "As we have said before we aren't finding out the gender, we are waiting to find out. We want a surprise as this is going to be our last baby. I know we said that we were stopping at Eduardo but three kids later we are having our last."
"And I want to bet on the gender!" Emilia said looking up from her maths homework.
"So what do you think Emilia?" I ask.
" A boy! I will bet £5 that it's a boy." She replied.
"So if you win you get £5?"
"Yeah!"
"And what does Wardo think?" I ask pointing the camera at my son.
"I'm not betting! But I want it to be a boy, there are WAY too many girls in this house!" He answered.
"We're not encouraging betting!" Anna said as she hopped in the frame. " are we Jonathan?"
"No!" I said but as soon as Anna turned her back I mouthed yes, of course this made Emilia laugh her head off.
"And what do you think Esme?" I asked as Esme slowly walked into the room and grabbed an apple.
"I think it's a girl, I bet you £20." She said whilst taking a bite out of her apple and walking out of the room.

Esme's POV
I slowly walked up the stairs after grabbing an apple, I unlocked my bedroom door, walked in and locked it again. I quickly finished my apple and drowned myself in my thoughts. The new baby, mum keeps saying that it will bring love and happiness not the house hold. She says that baby's always do that. I partly agree with her and partly don't. It's like saying that our house at the moment is constantly sad and angry, but really the only person who feels that way is me. Dad and Emilia are always joking together and coming up with pranks to play on Eduardo and I, whereas Mum is always baking and playing with Eduardo and Ellie-May. It feels like I'm isolated sometimes. Mum and Dad make loads of effort to help me get involved with things but they never really work. That is why I cut.
I slowly open one of the draws of my dressing table to reveal a white cardboard box. I picked it up and walked into my en-suite, locking the door behind me. I rolled up my sleeve, opened up the box and got out the small metal blade. I then slowly dragged it across my left arm, careful not to cut to deep I only pressed lightly. Three more red lines that were dripping in blood appeared on my arm, they went with the old ones, the other 20 that were on me. I then ran my arm under the cold water tap and cleaned off the blade. My blood slowly washed away down the sink and I dried my arm off, pulling my jumper sleeve back down over the scars.