It's Complicated Extra Shots

Chapter: 8 Mama and dada are lost.

Noel's POV

What am I doing here?

This is not where I have slept? I was sleeping in mama's arms then how I woke in my crib?

Mama and dada are lost.

What am I going to do now? How am I going to find them?

They will be scared without me, I have to go and find them.

First, I look left then I look right, to find something... I don't what but something.

Then I roll over and again I look around... I don't know what I am trying to find, but I am trying to find something

I have to get outside this crib. first, then I will think about what I have to do.

Holding the sides, I stand up but I can't get to the other side of the crib, so I keep standing and looking outside the crib.

Picking up the horsey, I throw it outside the crib.

Go, horsey, go and find mama and dada!

I keep looking at horsey, but he keeps on lying on the floor.

He doesn't want to go without me.

Now I have to do something.

Holding the crib bars, I start shaking them while shouting loudly.

When I am about to cry, the door opens and dada walks inside.

Horsey, look, I have found dada.

"What are you doing, potato?" Dada asks and picks horsey from the floor.

Then again I shout and start shaking the bars to show him what I am doing.

"Oh, you are being crazy like your mama." He nods his head, as he lightly laughs.

Mama, now, I have to find her.

"Mumma..." I start calling her while shaking the bars. Because when I first did this I found dada, now when again I am going to do this I will find mama.

"Calm down, Tarzan!" Dada picks me up from the back of my shirt.

He only picks me like this when mama is not seeing us. When mama is around he mostly carries me in his arms.

Sometimes, he also carries me upside down, I really enjoy it whenever he carries me like that. But he has said I can't tell mama that he picks me up like that, and it is our secret. So, I never told her this.

We walk outside the room, to find mama. As soon as I see mama, dada quickly lifts me in his arm before mama can see us.

Smart dada.

I look at mama and I feel angry because she is having another baby in her arms.

My Mama!

I start crying angrily, as I hold my hands to her to carry me.

"Potato, stop crying." Dada rubs my back as we walk to mama.

No, I will not. My mama!

"Nathan, give him to me," mama says to dada, but she is still having another baby in her arms.

Dada gives me to her and instantly I hold her tightly and kick the baby.

"Mamama..." I kick the baby, again out of her lap.

Now, he will know she is my mama...only Noey's mama.

"I think he got a little jealous." Dada laughs and picks the baby which makes me angry again.

So I grab baby's foot and throw him away making him disappear.

My mama and my dada!

"We should be thankful it was just a doll, not a real baby." Mama laughs and hugs me tightly, "But I know he will be the best big brother to his baby brother."

"I am not sure about that, cutie pie." Dada laughs, "Because he could not even stand watching you holding a doll, I don't know what he will do when the baby will be here."

"He will be the most loving and caring big brother to his baby brother." Mama smiles at me which makes me smile too."Right, Noey, you will love your baby brother, huh?"

Yes, I will... because he will be my baby brother. He will be cute like me, not like this yucky baby who wants my mama.

I still don't completely understand what is a brother, other than he will be small and I have to take care of him because I am big and also he will play with me. Maybe he will be like my horsey. But since he will be mine so I will love him. I will keep him with my horsey, as I love my horsey too.

But I don't know if I can throw him outside my crib like I throw horsey.

I will find out that when he will be here.

"Noey, you have to be gentle with the baby," Mama says and again holds that baby and gives him to me.

I glare at this baby, who is not my baby. I don't want him.

Bring my baby brother, who is cute like me!

I angrily pat pat on this baby's face.

"No, you have to be gentle," Mama repeats, and lightly touches his head.

Holding her hand, I keep it on my head because she should touch my head not this baby.

I am her baby.

"Awww... I love you." She runs her hand on my head and I love it so much.

"Will you be gentle with the baby?" She asks and brings that baby to me.

Holding his shirt, I wave him in front of me.

"No, you can't do that to a baby." She quickly takes him from my hand, "He will get hurt."

Hurt? Dada holds me from my shirt but I don't get hurt. So why this baby will get hurt? Maybe he will get hurt because he is not my baby brother.

"Abigail, there is still more months left till then he will learn to tolerate this doll, then he will be fine with his brother." Dada sits in front of me, "Moreover, this doll looks more like Chucky, who would want to hold this doll." Dada makes a weird face while looking at that baby.

See, that's why I don't like this baby because he looks like Chucky.

But who is Chucky?

***************************************************************

Thanks for reading.