Got a secret, can you keep it? ~

"Alison?" Perking her head up, the elder faced her twin sister as a bright smile lit up on her face once more. She seemed so innocent in her eyes- maybe it's because she was the youngest? The bright July's rays shined on the two ebony haired girls as the younger one rested her head on to the elder's lap, her chocolate eyes gazing up at the sky a smile like a little girl's plastered on her face.
"Yes Annabelle?"
"I wonder- in the future, what's going to happen to us?"
"Hmm.." Placing a finger on her snow-white skin, Alison looked at her little twin sister, her eyes in deep thought. Silence lingered on in to the atmosphere like a thread in a needle eye slowly weaving it's way in to the chipper atmosphere. "I don't know." She finally replied breaking the thread off.
"Promise me."
"Hm? Promise you what, Annabelle?" Blinking a few times, she kept her lips pressed together wondering what she was going to say.
"Promise me that we'll stay together. Yes? After all- we are one when we are two, no?" Of course a smile crept up the elder's face, as she was so amazed and happy from her little sister's innocence. Giving a nod and holding out her pinky - a soft chuckle came out from her lips.
"Promise. Forever no matter what happens. Cross my heart and hope to die."
"Da sestra- I love you."
"I love you too, Annabelle." Running a hand through the other's hair, she smiled letting out a small relaxed sigh. Her hair felt nice and silky, just like her own. It was the twin's gift from her birth mother. Snow white skin, with long ebony hair that flowed down their back like the Milky Way, and warm chocolate brown eyes from their father. It's been a few years since their birth mother had passed away from an illness and since then their father got re married to a French woman, blond haired and blue eyed, someone the twins didn't favor as much.

Pretty much, the two girls were in their own world. Without one- their worlds would slowly die off. Since they were born, both Annabelle and Alison always stuck together. Allison being the elder twin was a quiet young woman, a soft-spoken woman. Mostly keeping things reserved to herself not bothering to show much. However Annabelle on the other hand was a chipper young energetic girl. Together- opposites attracted like a magnet and no one even bothered to interrupt the two. She was her best friend and she was her best friend.
"Girls! Dinner time- come on inside!" At the same time, both girls gave a nod, Annabelle getting off of her sister's lap and her elder sister standing up reaching a hand for the other as the youngest got up.
"Thank you." With a playful smile that crept on her face, Annabelle's brown eyes looked in to her sister's.
"Mm, how about whoever goes first doesn't have to do the dishes, da?" Obviously irked since she hated running, Allison rolled her eyes.
"You know I don't lik-"
"Too late!" With that, the younger ebony haired girl picked up her skirt as her little legs shuffled together heading towards the direction of the front door as Allison sighed slowly taking her time. Upon walking in to their old Victorian mansion, the nice aroma of roast ham and buttery mashed potatoes filled the air making it's way to the girl's nostrils. Hungry- Annabelle eagerly made her way to the table grabbing a fork- her father's ebony eyebrows furrowing at his younger daughter.
"Annabelle."
"Wait until after we say grace." Allison muttered softly gently bopping her twin on the head. Frowning- Allison placed her fork down. The dinner table was magnificent indeed! Rows of many dishes and plates were scattered around the table the aroma of lemon, roasted ham, and yam filling the air up. Saying grace the family began to dig in their food, but however Allison stayed quiet, barely even touching her food.
"Sestra, what's wrong?" Perking her head up, a sullen smile came up on her face.
"Nyet- it's nothing Annabelle, just continue on eating, don't waste food." She lightly scolded. Rolling her eyes and grabbing a forkful of mash potatoes she popped a bite in as a small noise of pleasure came out from the younger twin's lips. The creamy hot mashed potatoes melted in her mouth as the buttery flavor just topped it off perfectly. Chatting here and there, dinner was finished as the older young lady slowly got up from her chair collecting the dishes silently making her way to the kitchen.

Flipping on the faucet the rush of cold and hot water came down like a water fall as Allison dumped the plates in the sink gently scrubbing each one with dish soap then drying them off with an old rag. Picking up a pastel coloured blue plate, a smile came up on her face as she was about to grab the rag.
"Guess who~" Soon and suddenly her world instantly became engulfed in to the darkness as the dish dropped in the sink, her hands slowly reaching up for the pair covering her eyes.
"Annabelle?"
"Ding ding ding!" Removing her pale soft hands from her sister's face she grabbed the rag drying off the dishes as Allison just stared at her sister.
"What are you doing- I'm doing the dishes."
"Nyet. Nyet, Just leave it to me Sestra. I feel bad." Giving a nod, Allison looked out the window as the sky was now as black as her hair, the stars dappled here and there like diamonds in the sky.
"Allison?"
"Yes Annabelle?"
"Promise not to tell anyone this."
"Of course not- what is it Annabelle? You're worrying me, please tell me."
"I..." Hesitating for a second- she bit her lips looking at the dish in front of her.
"Go on..."
"I think I'm pregnant."

Wait.. her sister.. pregnant? Since when? All these thoughts began to rush in to the elder's head as her eyes just blinked staring blankly at her sister.
"What happened?"
"I wasn't being careful and I yeah.." The female sheepishly admitted. "Promise and swear on your life you won't ever tell mama or papa, da?"
"Da. I swear on my life."

A/N: translations ~

Da – 'Yes' in Russian

Nyet – 'No' in Russian

Sestra – 'Sister' in Russian