Bad Sister

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎

As the days go by I find myself excited yet afraid of everything that is soon to follow.

Affraid of the high and lows; the morning sickness, the cravings, the exhaustion and worst of all; being alone.

I laugh tearing up while staring at my reflection.

I can't wait for the baby bump.

I have always dreamed of this moment and have ever since thought of a million names I'd give to my baby. Everytime I was so sure by every other day I had another name lined up and now, I can't wait to give my baby her name.

Her. I hope it's a girl.

In my head, I can already see her in my as; small and fragile, smiling with her eyes closed, with a head of soft brown curls like her mother.

Using my hands to outline my flat stomach, I imagine what it would be like and smile. Then I push my stomach out and pray that the bump doesn't grow skew or cone shaped.

I'm just not ready for that.

My pulse quickens when I suddenly hear jiggling at the door. I wrap my robe around my body and run to the living room.

Who could that be? Did I give anyone my spare key?

Oh shit. My eyes widen with panic when I remember that I've been living alone for over a year.

I'm quick to find the bat dad gave me when we moved to the city. I tighten my hold on me and standby to swing.

Please God, I start my little prayer, not today.

My body freezes when the key finally clicks in place and I start screaming, ready to swing the bat as the door opens.

Surprisingly, the intruder let's out a high pitch scream when I scream.

I open my eyes and anger burns inside my chest.

"What the hell Madilyn?!" I yell, dropping my arm exasperated.

"Me?" She says and softly stabs the keys against her bosom. "You're the one with a freaking bat!"

I look at my sister and nearly facepalm myself, wondering how I got so lucky with her. How does she still have that key anyway?

I sigh, "I thought I was getting robbed!" I point out.

"Argh, whatever," She dismisses. "You can calm down now mama bear."

My heart hammers against my chest when she says that, my mind racing with guilt.

I watch her trudge into my apartment with two designer suitcases in tow. She looks bright with high waist pink pant suit shorts matched with a white silk top and simple heels. Light make up marred her face as she let her brown curls loose.

I close the door and follow her, crossing my arms.

She huffs when she perches down on the sofa with her head on the backrest.

"What are you doing here Maddie?" I ask her.

"I live here, Kira." She deadpans while surveying the place, then she flinches. "We leased this place with together, remember?"