Proud to be Meing

Why me?

okayt please please don't hate me.

 the following chapter has violence. please do not read if you are very squeemish. but it does have very important information as to why her dad is no long with them.

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            “Meing, is that you?” mom called when I walked in the door. I looked up and saw she wasn’t wearing her glasses and since she’s standing there I’m guessing no contacts either. My mom is so blind.

            “Yes mom it’s me. Go put your glasses on your blind as a bat.” I joked. She glared in my general direction but gave up when she still couldn’t see me. She harrumphed and stalked off.

            “You really need to quit teasing your mom before she blows up.” Braden said leaning against the door frame leading into the living room. He had an evil glint in his eye, telling me one thing, he was helping mom get back at me.

            “Braden, that’s my mom. I can tease her if I want to. And anyway that’s just payback.” I stated turning for the stairs.

            “Pay back for what?” he asked curiously. I turned and looked him right in the eye.

            “You guys were pretty loud last night.” I said taking off upstairs and slamming my door behind me and leaning against it, breathing hard. I heard a couple of seconds of silence, before I heard Braden calling my mom’s name in desperation. I heard some muffled voices and then silence.

            A pounding at the door had me flinching. Braden always seems to know when I’m listening through the door, because he always knocks that loud only when I have my ear pressed against the door. He pounds like that to make my head rattle.

            “Owww!” I whined. Opening my door, giving Braden a death glare which just made him laugh louder. “Braden that one hurt the worst,” I complained.

            “Sorry kiddo maybe the more I do it the less you will be trying to eavesdrop. Any way new subject; our apologies.” He said grinning.

            “Yes we are sorry that you had to hear us again. We are celebrating our love and I’m sorry that you can hear us every night.” Mom said her face getting a pinkish color to it. Braden just looped his arm around her waist, looking around like an innocent child.

            “Well make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I warned grinning. They nodded and left closing my door. Them having sex doesn’t bother me like most kids. I mean some kids don’t even like it going on when they are in the house, but it really doesn’t bother me. I don’t want to see it, I just know it happens. I know I sound weird but when you know that they are trying for a baby you kind of understand. Mom had trouble giving birth to me and it is about fifty percent that she can have a child again.

            I went to sleep that night not hearing a sound from mom and Braden. I kind of hope they keep at it so I can have a baby brother. I don’t want a sister, sisters are annoying but a brother will be cute. I drifted off into a deep sleep dreaming about a baby boy.

            “Meing, wake up!” Anthony’s voice chirped in my ear. I lifted my head and looked at the clock it read a half past five.

            “Dammit Anthony. It isn’t even the freaking crack of dawn! Leave me alone.” I yelled flipping the pillow over my head.

            “No.” he laughed grabbing the pillow. When I refused to let go he got into bed next to me and pulled me in to his arms and snuggled me. This actually felt nice; I laid there for a couple of seconds before I let him have it. I put my hand on his stomach and holy crap he has a six-pack! Oh crap those feel nice. No stop preving on your best friend. I moved my fingers and started tickling him. He is the most ticklish guy I know. Anthony rolled over laughing pulling me with him. I flopped onto his chest and stopped tickling him. He looked up and stared long and hard at me.