What it's like to have nian as my parents

Fourteen

"She- she's- she's- what?" I managed to get out.

"Me and your mother are going to have a baby," he said again.

"Yes, but you have me? Why do you need another one," I asked him suddenly upset.

"Well, you're growing up, and You need a sibling, and you know I've always wanted another kid," he said.

"I'll change! I'll be a little kid again! Please don't have another baby!" I yelled.

"Honey, that's not what I mean," he said and put a hand through my hair.

"It's just time," he said and smiled at me.

"But what if it's not? What if this is just a humongous mistake!" I said kinda loudly.

"It's not," he said and kissed my forehead.

"Um, can you leave? I need a couple minutes to think," I told him. He shook his head and left my room. I could feel the tears in my eyes, then they started to slowly escape. I don't know why I was so upset. I should be happy for my parents, it was time for them, but just not for me.

What if mom leaves again? She could. She's not a little child person, she's a older kid person. But my dad, he loves little kids, so I understand why he would want one. Then there was a knock at my door. I quick wiped away my tears.

"Who's there?" I called out.

"It's me," my mom said.

"Cmon in," I said.

"We have an appointment tomorrow," she told me.

"Okay, Thank you," i told her and started tearing up at the sight of her stomach.

"Oh honey," she said and came up and hugged me.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying, I should be happy for you and dad," I said.

"Yes, but that doesn't me you are. Your allowed to have your own feeling, and there no need to hide them. You can tell me anything," she said.

"Thank you, mom, your taking me to my appointment tomorrow, right?" i asked her.

"Yes, i figured you wouldn't want your dad to," she said and chuckled, which made me smile. Then she got up and walked out.

Maybe, I should be happy for them. It was time for my dad to gain a little happiness.

Maybe I could join a sport, I though. Then it hit me. I had been in gymnastics about my whole life, then I quit about six months ago. Maybe I could get back in it. Well once I got my cast off my arm, which was tomorrow. Then I could go with my dad and sign up again.

"Hey dad!" i yelled running down the stairs.

"Whats up?" he asked.

"I'm getting my cast off tomorrow, right?" I asked.

"Correct," he said.

"Well do you think after that, we could go down to my old gymnastics place and sign me up again?" I asked and gave him my puppy dog face, he can never turn down that face.

"I think that should be fine," he said. I ran and gave him a huge hug.

"Thank you so much daddy! You're the best!" I said and ran upstairs to pick out a leotard for tomorrow.