I wake up to being tapped and look at my clock. 8 AM. I look at the person who was tapping me and it's PJ. "Oh. Hey." I smile. "Hi mommy!" He smiles. "Mommy? Since when am I mommy? You can just call me (Y/n)." I chuckle and sit up. He sits on my bed across from me. "I want to call you mommy! I call mom mom. You are like the nicer and funner step mom!" He smiles.
"I'm not your step mom. I'm just your dad's girlfriend." I snicker. "I want to call you mommy!" He insists. "But I'm only 16. I'm turning 17 on the 13 of August (idc if that's not your birthday because it is in this book)." I mutter.
"You are like my 2nd mother figure." He nods. "And I think of you like a mommy!" PJ exclaims. "Alright. I'm going to get dressed in my closet. I'll be right back." I chuckle and pat his head and stand up. I go into my closet and shut the door.
I get in a pair of leggings, a new bra, and one of Error's tank tops that are his normal shade of red. I put on Error's jacket and leave my closet. I grab a pair of boots that are for a cosplay of Link from Legend of Zelda and put them on.
I stood up and little PJ stood infront of me. "Cres wants you upstairs. It's why I came down here. I also came down here because I wanted to wake you up!" He smiles. "Let's go upstairs." I smiled. I went upstairs and PJ followed. I felt him grab my hand. I chuckled and held his hand. I went into the living room. Mom was sitting on the couch petting Nut. "Let's go." She sighed. I grabbed the tv remote and hand it to PJ.
"Sit wherever you want, you can have anything that's in my fridge, and watch Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, Disney Channel, and Disney XD. No Comedy Central. If you get bored you can play the games in my room or ask Papyrus to play." I say. "Ok mommy." PJ smiles and hugs me. I look down at him and smile. I hug him back.
"Have fun." I whisper. Mom, Nut, and I go into Mom's truck. Nut sits in the back. Mom and I buckle up and she starts driving. I exhale shakily.
"The way you smiled at PJ. I know that look. Even though you aren't his birth mother, you give him a motherly look." Mom says. "When I look in his eyes, all I see is admiration and trust and love. It warms my heart and I can't help but care about him." I mutter. I reach my hand behind me and I feel Nut lick me. I sigh and pull my hand back.
Mom finally pulls into the parking lot of the veterinary clinic after 30 quiet minutes.
I put Nut on a leash and we went inside. The vet mom called was standing in the waiting room. "Ah, the (L/n)'s. Let's go." She says and opens a door. We all walk through the door down a hallway. We get to a room and she opens it. I pick Nut up and put her on the table. I sit on the chair. Mom stands with the vet and talks.
I zone out. I feel a hand on my shoulder. "(Y/n)." I hear. I jump and look up. The vet is looking at me sympathetically. "We have to keep her for a bit so we can do xrays." She says. "I just want to know of my baby is ok." I whisper. "Go to the waiting room. Your mother and I are going to talk." She says. I nod and go to the waiting room. I sit in the chair in the corner of the room.
It was empty. I pull my feet up on the chair and hug them. I pull my headphones out of my pocket and plug them on my phone. I play the Coming Home album by Falling in Reverse and put my head down.
I let out shaky breaths. The album replays twice until I feel a tap on my elbow. I look up and see the vet. I take out my headphones. "Is she ok?" I ask. "We estimate that she will live for another year. If she has another tumor, bring her asap." She smiles. I see Nut run over and tears fill my eyes. I drop my knees and open my arms and Nut jumps up on me and licks my face. "Hi baby." I whisper.
She licks my face with a fiercely wagging tail. Mom walks over and we leave. Good thing she is going to live.
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