"Mommy? Mommy? What's wrong?" I asked, tapping her shoulder. Her long hair was covering her face, but it was obvious she was crying. She'd been doing that ever since she got that phone call yesterday.
The doorbell rang insistently. Mommy got up, wiped her eyes (getting black stuff all over her face) and waddled to the door, cradling her big tummy. Mommy said that it was my baby brother that made her so big, but I didn't see how, considering I don't have one.
"Hello, Mrs. Dietz. I understand you got our call?" a man in a very crisp suit said. At this, Mommy burst into tears again. He invited himself in, along with another man and lady, also wearing suits.
The second man lead Mommy to a chair, and we all sat in the living room, staring at each other.
"I'm guessing you know why we are here." The first man said, staring intently at a clipboard. "You are being accused of cheating on your husband, a hardworking Normaler. Not only that, but you are accused of interacting with an Otaku sexually, and having a child." At this, he glanced at me. Returning his gaze to my mom, he continued. "For being disloyal and having an illegal child, you are being charged with a lifetime in prison."
Mommy burst into tears again. "Wh-what about Ai-chan? And.. and.." she sobbed, clutching her tummy.
"Your oldest will be taken from you. Your future will undergo a DNA test. If he proves to be your husband's son, he will be in custody of your husband, and you will be permitted visiting hours." The man replied cooly. "If not, he will be taken completely from your life, just like your daughter. And, of course, you will be executed."
Everyone sat in silence. Mommy was still sniffing softly.
"Well, there is no reason to delay. Ganjou-san, take her to her room and have her pack a bag. Zurui-san, take the girl to her room and have her do the same."
"Hai!" they said, Ganjou whisking my mom upstairs.
"Ai-hime?" the lady said, extending her hand to where I was sitting. "Do you want to show me your room?"
I nodded, grabbed her finger, and led her upstairs to my room.