Welcome to my new story! This is told in Danny's POV. This is the Prequel to Brother and Sister. I don't think you'll need to read Bro and Sis to get this, but if you want, no problem. Will be rated T for language, but I figure it's a pretty safe story all around.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is owned by CBS.
This is not betaed. So, all mistakes are mine.
It was one of the few times I decided to sit down and do my homework. There I was, sitting doing my homework and not really paying attention to what was going on around me. That's when I heard the door open and close and I looked up to see my mother walk in, looking pale. She had been pale for the past few weeks. Whenever I tried to ask if she was alright, I would get a smile, nod and say "Danny, you have to stop worrying. I'm fine."
Well, she is my mother. And contrary to popular belief, my family is one of the most important things in my life. I watched my mother set a couple of grocery bags on the kitchen counter and then pull something out of the bag before heading upstairs and I could hear the bedroom door close. I did not take much of my mother's actions and decided to be a good son and put away the stuff she had left on the counter. I needed a break from the homework load, especially English.
God I hate English.
About an hour later, my dad came home from work and immediately went upstairs where my mom was. Again, I didn't take much out of the actions by my father and continued my homework until Louie came into the kitchen, took one look at my paper and shook his head.
"What are you doing, Dan-o?" he asked picking up my paper and scanning it.
"I'm doing my English homework." I said reaching for the paper but he held it out of my reach. Louie frowned.
"Why?"
"Because I need too." I told him and Louie shrugged, handing the paper back to me, a little crumbled.
"You know, Mr. Henderson is one of the easiest teachers in that school. All you have to do is bullshit the paper and your good." Louie said as I smoothed out the paper and placed it back on the table, picking up my pencil and began writing.
I could feel Louie watching me for a few seconds and I heard him go into the living room and turn the TV on. I shook my head and continued to finish up my paper when I heard my parents come down the stairs.
"Danny, could you come into the living room? Your father and I need to tell you something." My mom said. I looked up to see her standing in the doorway of the kitchen, her arms crossed over her abdomen, looking a little uncomfortable. I nodded, pushing myself out of the chair and followed Mom into the living room where Louie was sitting comfortably on the arm chair and dad was sitting on the couch, his fingers tapping against his knee.
I watched mom sit down next to dad and she mentioned to me to sit down, which I did. This was very nerve wracking, I had to admit. Louie looked a lot less stress than I did, but I have a feeling that the two bottles of beers helped cool his nerves a little. I watched my parents and mom was the first to speak.
"Louie, Danny, your father and I have some news." my mom began and Louie looked at them.
"Divorce?" he asked and Dad shook his head and I could see the small eye roll he gave Louie.
"No." Dad said, rubbing his hands together, "Your mother…" he paused and looked at my mom and I frowned.
"Is…?" I asked, leaving them to finish the sentence for me.
"Pregnant. I'm pregnant." My mom finished for me.
Louie dropped his beer bottle and cocked his head at mom and dad. I, on the other hand, laughed.
"You've got to be kidding me. Pregnant?" Louie asked looking at me and then looked at our parents. My mom just nodded and for the first time in awhile, I saw a genuine smile play across her face.
"Yes, I'm pregnant." Mom said and I looked at my parents.
"So, there's going to be another child in the house?" I asked and dad nodded.
"Yes, Danny. A miniature one of you." he said and I heard Louie mumbled, "That's scary."
"Girl or boy?" I asked, looking at my mom who smiled.
"We don't know, Danny. It's still too early." she explained and I nodded. Louie looked at us and stood up.
"Alright, well…I hate to break up this joyous festival, but I've got a couple of appointments to keep to my clients. I shall see you all…" he paused stooping down to pick up his beer bottle and stood back up, "Later." Louie walked out of the living room leaving me with my parents.
I looked at my parents and stood up, "Well… I've… ahh… got to finish my homework…" I stuttered, pointing to the kitchen. My dad waved his had, telling me that it was alright and I escaped to the kitchen.
As I sat down and looked at my English paper, several questions suddenly came into my brain, pushing my English homework out of my mind.
Wait… I'm 15 years old and I'm going to be a big brother? Fantastic.