"Daddy I'm hungry!" A five year old Marvel says. "I know you are buddy but-" "GLOSS GET IN HERE!" Cashmere cuts me off. Ever since her daughter, Tessa, was born she always needs help with something. Tessa is kind of mentally disabled. I walk into the kitchen where Tessa sits in her highchair and Cashmere stands infront of the sink. "Get this...this...MISTAKE, away from me before I slap her!" She shouts. I just nod. I've always been scared of my sister for some reason because she won the games first. She sighs. I pick Tessa up and walk into the living room where Marvel sits. "DADDY I'M HUNGRY!" He shouts. "I know baby but Tessa has to have help eating. Can you just wait a few minutes?" I say softly. "I'm not a baby. Thats a baby." He says pointing to Tessa. "AND NO!" He shouts. Marvel's Mom died after giving birth and it's kind of hard to raise him by myself. I just smile and grab a bottle and some baby food from Tessa's diaper bag. Tessa likes to make weird slurping noises when she eats so when I feed her some baby carrots she makes so weird noise and then eats them. Marvel just watches with an angry look on his face. "Bad Daddy. Feeding mistake first." He says. I'm shocked. Did he really just call his baby cousin a mistake. "Marvel I'm getting tired of your attitude." I say. "Well I'm getting tired of being put last." He says. Marvel is a real brat.

THE END.

A/N I'm just going to post One-Shots until I decide to write full stories. Don't judge me, I'm lazy.