The Ex

Chapter Three: Kick Ass Cupcakes

Chapter Three: Kick Ass Cupcakes

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"Yes mom, I went to the doctor today," I said to my mother in spanish as I made her coffee in the kitchen.

"And what did she say?" She asked as she got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe. Her dyed blonde hair was in a pony tail, her bangs swept to the side. Her brown eyes held concern and worry for her youngest daughter making me feel guilty for something that happened years ago but I could see she was worried that that would happen again. Her mouth was in a thin line, her manicured red nails were tapping against the countertop making a very annoying sound.

When I was younger, people would say I was an exact replica of her, until they saw me with my dad. I got her soft, wavy brown hair and I also got her small nose and thin upper lip. I got her pale complection and staggering height, making an inch or two smaller than her. I got her big round eyes, making us seem innocent and vulnerable. They were dark brown but mine were hidden behind glasses while she got twenty-twenty vision.

"Mom, she said I'm fine. I just need to visit her every two weeks for therapy and such, and if things get too bad with the attacks and stuff she'll perscibe the pills," I said rolling my eyes and putting her coffee in a cup. "I'm fine so you can stop worrying about me and stop thinking about something that happened ten years ago." My mother was currently in her late sixties, making her sixty-eight while I'm twenty-five. My mom had me when she was fourty-two and my sister when she was thirty -eight. She wasn't supposed to have kids but she's had a few miracles in her time. Since my mother got pregnant with me at such an age the doctors kept telling her to have an abortion because there was an eighty-twenty possibility that I would come with down syndrom but my parents refused and wanted me as I came. A few months later I popped out as healthy as a cuccumber and normal.

She walked towards me, making me turn away from her coffee and she cupped my face in her hands. "I know that honey, but you can't expect me not to worry, your father still being there and all. I love you so much and I can't help it, it's my job to worry about my ducklings, no matter how old you guys get." She started rubbing my cheeks with her thumbs and her eyes got blurry with unshed tears.

I put my hands over her's leaning in to her familiar touch. I gave her a smile and kissed her cheek, giving her a hug. "At this rate, you're going to worry yourself to death, mom." That came from my wonderful sister, as she came out of my bathroom and sat on the stool at the kitchen island. She started rubbing her belly as my mother and I separated, making me smile down at her. My sister was a petite woman, around five feet, two inches, with cinnamon colored skin and very curly black hair. My complete opposite. When we were younger, everyone thought we were joking when we said we were sisters because of our skin color and they always thought I was the eldest because I've always been bigger than her in size, when in reality she's older than me for about four years. She was six months pregnant with her husband, Axel's baby. They didn't want to know the sex of the baby but I'm pretty sure they wanted a girl.

"That wasn't very helpful Nova." I glared at her.

"I know. That was my intention," she said with a smile. I rolled my eyes at her and continued in the kitchen. My mother took a seat next to Nova, taking her cooffee with her.

"How's it going with Jake? Everything good in the love train?" She asked making making me roll my eyes at her.

"Everything's fine." Not going to elaborate.

"Uh-oh. I hear that tone." She looked over at our mother. "Did you hear that tone?" She turned back to me as she wagged a finger at me, squinting her eyes and making the weirdest face. She is so childish sometimes. I swear, she hasn't grown up. "That's the "I don't want to talk about it, it's too complicated" tone or the "lay off me you're an annoying little shit" tone."