Petals on The Moon || Reyna Ramirez-Arellano x Fem!OC

XVII

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Hello again.

"I mean really, what the fuck do they think they're doin', Suki? A baby? They wanna have a baby? In this economy?" He chugged down his third sweet tea. I gave the waitress a look of apology for Sebastian's words. "I didn't even think Felix had it in him" Sebastian ate the last of our appetizer, which was fine by me because I don't eat much. But he was clearly eating his emotions away, and I was quite worried. "Like, yeah, I'll obviously love the thing- Things! It's two things! I'll love them, but come on. They couldn't have done this five years ago, or wait for me to get out of the house? I haven't even told them what I wanna do with my life, and they're gonna get mad enough about that."

I blinked. "What do you want to do with your life?"

"I gotta practice it more before I give it the green-light, but I have high hopes," he said. "We're leaving it at that." He flagged the waitress and ordered burgers for the both of us. "I- I don't know. Maybe I'm dramatic. What do you think?"

I shrugged. "I think babies will make them happy, though it will be an adjustment.

"Okay, but why babies?" Sebastian demanded. "If they want something small and useless and defenseless to satiate their needs, why not a cat? Or even a parakeet, 'cause parakeets can talk, too. Functionally, parakeets and babies are no different, except when a parakeet dies, you can just go out and buy another one. Babies got a long cooking process. How far along even is she?"

I did some math in my head. "This likely happened when they went out of town for Thanksgiving-slash-football, so I would say... perhaps twelve weeks, or so."

"I should have stopped this," Sebastian lamented. "I should have castrated him or fed her birth control and said it was Advil." He put a hand on the table. "You realize we have to share a room?"

"We can make it fair," I told him. "We can equally divide the room in half and each person can do anything they want to their side." I came up with an idea. "Have you ever see 'Whisper of The Heart'?"

"Sounds gay."

"Well, the plot is irrelevant," I said, "but in that movie, two sisters share a room. They have a bunk bed in the middle of the room, but have curtains on opposite sides of the top and bottom bunk. That way, they have privacy, one half of the room to themselves, and it's more space-conscious."

His eyes lit up. "Wait, like Step-Brothers?"

"Yes, essentially," I said. "I would recommend we buy a bunk bed though, rather than modify our current beds."

"Why?"

"Yours is a queen-size bed and I have a twin-size bed."

He wrinkled his nose. "Why is your bed so little?"

Well, I very rarely sleep in my bed, and I prefer having more open space in the rest of my room. It is less suffocating. "Preference."

"We gotta set some ground rules," Sebastian said to me. He paused as we were served our food, but resumed after the waitress was gone. "Look, everyone my age is already getting some regular action, alright? I'm being left out to dry, and I'm trying to make a home run by the end of the year."