What's Done is Done

Chapter 26

"Hi, Is," I greet my little sister on the phone.

"Oh my God, hi...um...Kristin!" She squeals on the other line.

I stifle a giggle. "Really? That's my code name? Kristin?"

"Yeah. Kristin Stewart."

I burst out laughing. "Oh my God, Isabelle. Seriously, Mom and Dad isn't gonna buy that."

"Whatever. I don't care. I'm just thrilled to be talking to you."

I grin cheekily. "Me too." While talking to her, I'm folding laundry in my bedroom and keeping an eye on Daphne and Jared (they're three and a half months old now), who are lying next to each other in their playpen, cooing and smiling. 

"So how are you doing?"

"I'm doing good. Great, actually. I'm really happy right now."

"Really? You're happy? Despite the fact you're a mom of two kids at age sixteen?"

"Yes. Seriously, yes. I mean, it's an endlessly tiring job taking care of those little boogers but it's also the most rewarding job. Daphne and Jared may be total pieces of work but they're the best thing that ever happened to me. I don't know what I'd do without them."

"That's awesome, Al - I mean, Kristin. Really awesome."

"Yeah. And Brandon is truly and sincerely the best guy EVER. He's also the best dad ever. He loves Daphne and Jared a LOT, it's indescribable."

"I'm happy for you guys."

"Thanks. So how are you?"

"I'm good, I guess. Boring. I really miss you."

"I miss you too. Has, um, Mom and Dad mentioned anything about me?"

"Yeah. I told them that the babies were born and they called the babies Satan's spawns..."

I gasp. "I can't believe those...those...motherfuckers!"

"Me neither. I love them, they're my parents and all, but I dislike them at the same time. They're selfish jerks!"

I sigh. "Yeah. I know. Oh, well. They don't deserve to see their grandchildren - it's their loss and their right that they've lost. However, you deserve to be an aunt and to see your niece and nephew..."

"Yeah! How about I go to your house? I'll just tell Mom and Dad I'm going to a friend's house."

"Okay, sounds like a great plan. Come see me tomorrow at, like, 1:00 in the afternoon. Bring your stuff with you because you'll spend the night."

"All right! Bye, I love you."

"I love you, too."

I hang up and sigh contently. I can't wait to see Isabelle. I haven't seen her in over three months. It's pathetic, though, that I have to actually sneak around to see my own little sister!

A few minutes later, I'm done folding laundry. I decide I'll put the laundry away in a little bit. Daphne and Jared are looking at me, babbling; I think they wanna hang out with me!

"Hi there, guys!" I gush, walking over to them. 

I pick both of them up and set them down on the blanketed floor. I give them their baby toys; plastic keys, light up balls (big enough not to go down their throats), etc. They suck on the toys and wave the toys in the air, giggling.

Whenever they smile, I smile. Whenever they giggle, I giggle. Whenever they babble, I talk to them in a gushy manner. Their smiles, their giggles, their babbles all are contagious. 

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The next day is now here. Isabelle has arrived.

"Hi, sis!" I cry, hugging her tightly.

"Hey, sis!" She cries, returning the tight hug, only tighter.

"I'm so glad you're here."

"Same!"

I look at her adoringly. The girl who just turned thirteen recently. The girl with golden blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. The girl who's taller than me by two inches. The girl who's my sister but doesn't look like she's related to me at all.

"I'm so glad you're here," I repeat.

The rest of the evening goes like this: 

1. Ordered pizza.

2. Watched chick flicks like 50 First Dates and 13 Going On 30 and Clueless and our favorite Mean Girls along with Mean Girls 2.

3. Played with the twins. 

4. Looked after the twins with boring stuff like changing diapers and breastfeeding.

5. Prank called people.

Tonight I feel like a normal teenager again. I'm having actual fun. 

Isabelle and I fall asleep in my bed at around 1:00 AM.