The Baby Project [#Wattys2018]

Chapter Fourteen ~ Seeing Double

Last night was great.

It was all great.

Up until John's secret surfaced.

Something continued to gnaw at me as I continued to replay last night's events over and over. How could I not know? They are two different people with the same face. I started thinking back to when I first met him.

I mean them.

Back when we all were students at Rosewood Elementary.

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August 10th, 2005.

Temperatures were stifling.

I had to be about seven in a half years old. Long honey blonde hair tied with a Tiffany blue ribbon that held my curly locks up; and I was wearing a light blue gingham dress that had a peter pan collar to accent the dress; while the bottom of the dress was scalloped.

I was ready.

To start what would be the longest years of my life.

Bring on first grade.

Skipping through the house with no worry in the world, I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Mommy! Mommy! First day of school! I'm in first grade mommy! Mommy! I get to see my friends and meet my teacher! Yay!"

"Excited are we?"

"Really excited!"

She picks me up into a spinning hug and plants a kiss upon my forehead. I push her away and smile. "My little pumpkin is all grown up."

"Mommy, I'm like seven. Not a grown up."

"I know. Don't remind me. Sweetheart, what would you like for breakfast?" tiredly asked my mother as she yawns. The thought dangled in my head for a split second and instantly say, "French Toast, mommy!"

Fifteen minutes later, she finishes making breakfast. Inhaling the sweet aroma, I exclaim "It smells yummy!!" She puts my plate together: 2 slices of French toast with powder sugar already cut, with syrup drizzled on top and my eggs with extra cheese on the other side of the plate; served with a glass of milk.

"Eat up little bean."

I stab my fork at a piece of french toast and shoved it in my mouth. "Thank you!!" I say as took another bite and continued speaking. "It's...so delicious! Can you do...this...do this everyday, momma?" I mumble as I swallow my food and peer up at her.

She turns her head over to the microwave and squints at the time before turning the burner off. Fretting that I was going to be late, she starts doing circles around the house to get my stuff together.

"Bean, we leave in two minutes. Brush your teeth."

A couple minutes later, we're running out of the house and hopped into the car. I bobbed my head to the music just like mommy and was happy. Excited even. Pulling up in the car loop, I hop out of the car and wave goodbye.

"Have fun Rosie." shouts my mom as she rolls down the window. Then she leaves as I pull on my straps to my backpack and head to Ms. Samson's class. In the corner of my eye, I see my two best friends walking over to me. Kylie had pin-straight honey blonde hair. As tradition, she wore a dress the first day of school: sparkly and pink.