The Self-Harmed

~Surprise~

When I had woke up I was laying on Caden. I popped up and looked at him. He was fast asleep. I poked his cheek but didn't get a response. I shrugged and jumped in the shower.

"So I see you have a stowaway in your bed." Mom said, as she set my breakfast down.

"Jackson is retiling the bathroom down stairs." I pushed away my plate of eggs bacon sausage and toast. "Vegetarian."

"Right, sorry. That's Caden's."

She set my plate down and I saw something glitter on her hand. She reached for a cup of orange juice and set it down in front of me.

"Mom?" I asked carefully.

"Yeah?" She looked over her shoulder from the counter.

"What's on your finger?"

She quickly sat down across from me, "Okay please don't freak out."

"You're getting married!" I yelled. "To who!"

"Jackson asked me a couple of days ago. We've gotten even closer since we last saw you kids."

"Caden!" I screamed.

"Don't!" Mom hissed but it was too late.

"What!" Caden ran out of my room, hair sticking up in random places.

"Mom and Jackson are getting married!"

"What!" He yelled and hurried to mom, pulling her into a hug. "Congratulations!"

"That's not the reaction I was looking for." I muttered.

"I have to plan a bachelor party. And you'll do one for your Mom." Caden glanced at me. "This is really exciting. I always knew you guys would get married. I knew you were soul mates. What's wrong with you?" Caden looked at me; I had my mouth hanging Open. "Be happy for Mom!"

Mom looked at me and Shrugged.

"Fine." I agreed and she clapped. "But I'm not going to wear a puffy dress for the wedding. It just isn't me." I sat back down in front of my food.

"I have to congratulate Dad!"

"But I made you food!"

Caden shoved the two bacon strips into his mouth with the sausage and then picked up the plate, dumping the eggs into his mouth. He drowned it with a drink of orange juice, and grabbed his toast.

"Thanks Mom. Later sister." He kissed my forehead and jogged from the house, locking the door behind him.

Mom looked at me.

"At least one of your kids doesn't have an eating disorder." I told her.

Mom glared at me and tossed a dish towel at my head.