Heyyow guys !! today I have this story named "I Don't Love You Any More"I hope you like it !!
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"MUM!" my ten-year-old daughter Izabella screamed. I sighed.
"Yes, Izabella?"
"Alfie's been mean to me!" I sighed again. When will Alfie stop annoying his younger sister?
"Alfred Thomas Howard!" I shouted to my eleven year old. "Stop annoying Izabella!"
"But, Mum!" Alfie shouted back. He wouldn't usually talk back, but if me or Tom call him Alfred, he gets really mad.
"Alfie! Just leave Izabella alone! Go and play with Lucas!" I heard Alfie run to his little brother's room. Lucas was three, and he worshipped his oldest brother.
Izabella was my only daughter right now, and she has three brothers, Alfie, Jayden and Lucas. However, I was pregnant again and I and my husband, Tom, were hoping it was a girl, for Izabella's sake. We had several names, including Lexi, Marissa and Mackenzie. I wanted her to be called Mackenzie with Kenzie as a nickname, but Tom wanted it to be Marissa or Melissa, with Rissa or Mel as nicknames. I also like the name Piper, Skye and Nicola.
Jayden came up to me. "Mum, can I go and play on the trampoline? Please?"
"If you let Izabella go with you. Try to teach how to do a back-flip. You know she's jealous that you can do one but she can't." I said to my eight year old boy. Jayden brightened up.
"Izabella! Do you want me to teach you how to do a back-flip?" Jayden shouted to his older sister.
"YES!" Izabella rushed to him in lightening speed. As I watched the two blonds run to the trampoline, I shook my head, laughing.
Alfie and Lucas had inherited my wild, dark and curly hair, but Izabella and Jayden got their father's thick light fair hair. Izabella's hair was wild and curly like mine, but it was very fair. Jayden got his dad's straight hair, but his hair was in a different style. All the kids had thick hair, though, because both me and Tom had really thick hair.
I met Tom when I was fifteen. We became best friends, but two years later he said to me he loved me since he'd met me but didn't want to hurt our friendship. I said I had strong feelings for him too, and we became boyfriend and girlfriend, as well as best friends. When we were eighteen, he proposed and I accepted. A month later, I found out I was pregnant with Alfie. We got married when Alfie was five months old, and the next year I had Izabella. Two years after her, I had Jayden, and when Alfie was eight, Izabella seven and Jayden five, I had my fourth child, Lucas. Now me and Tom are having our fifth child at twenty-nine.
When I was fifteen, Tom had been the one who helped me with my heartbreak at having to leave Rax, the teacher I had this silly little crush on. I was fourteen, and I thought the world of my art teacher, Mr Raxberry, but now I see I just liked him a little more than the other teachers.
My little sister, Grace, who's 24 is married and has two little four-year-old boys and a one-year-old girl. At least she had her first child at 20, not 18 like me. Her children, Oliver, Bailey and Larissa, were cuddly, cute little kids who were always polite to everyone. They looked exactly like their mother and father mixed, with Grace's blond hair and her husband's black eyes.
When I was sixteen, I found out I had a long-lost half-brother, Jonah. My dad's first girlfriend is his mum. She died when Jonah was eighteen. Jonah has had two wives, and has three children from the first wife and one from his second wife, though she's expecting a baby in a few months. His first three children are Lacy, Louisa and John and his fourth child is a little girl, Cynthia.
