Midnight groans, rolling over. Her eyes sluggishly fly open barely having time to process the fall she takes to the floor. She grunts, semi spitting on the on the body underneath her. She can't move, already feeling the awkward highlighting the day.
"Midnight?" Rocky groggily calls in question. He gently lifts his head to peer at the girl, barely crushing his body.
"Oh, sorry." Midnight processes her fall, heaving herself up of the floor. She throws the covers onto the bed, briefly glimpsing the others on the bunk bed.
Colt props himself onto his elbow, raising an eyebrow at the two.
Baby is sitting crisscross, playing a red gameboy advance. Her tongue is out in total concentration, slightly raising her brows at the small noisy reaction in the crisp air.
Midnight grows embarrassed, shooting them all apologetic looks. She then scurries from the bedroom, lightly taking the stairs two at a time. Her heart is light, feeling as if something good were to come of the day. Her ears pick up at the sound of a familiar voice she longed to hear.
"I wanted to suorise her for the holidays. I didn't mean to be gone for as long as we were. We have triple the surprise for her." Samuel Sinclair sips on a mug of coffee, conversing with Jessica Douglas.
Midnight feels her heart sore. She could go home, sleep in her own bed, and distance herself from the irritating world revolving around her.
"SAMUEL!" Midnight happily tells, alerting the entire household. She sprints into the kitchen, throwing her arms around her step-father. She spilled some coffee on the both of them, not caring in that moment. "I was starting to think you fucking hated my guts!"
"Night, language! I didn't forget my second favorite girl." Samuel lightly scolds, glancing at the coffee stain on his suede brown jacket. He hugs her in turn, watching as she pulls back to look up at him.
Midnight knows he means her mom. Tears sprung to life in her eyes, "I've been so heartbroken. You didn't reach out to me! The principal told me-"
"Night, Night, please calm down. There were complications on the other end. Unexpected, but we couldn't quite get into contact. As for the principal, he told you that to hurt you on purpose. It's why I am now the official principal over the school." Samuel beams.
Jessica offers to refill his cup of coffee.
Samuel takes her up on the offer.
"I'm happy you still want me." Midnight attempts to force down tears. Her heart from all the dark thoughts circling her mind on him possibly choosing to ditch her.
"Night, I could never not want you. Look." Samuel beams, setting his coffee down. He reveals the honey brown knit sweater hidden beneath his jacket. He also took the pink charm around his neck from close to his heart to show her, "you've been with me every step of the way."
Midnight is teary eyed for a whole new reason.
"What happened? I heard my name." Rocky jogs into the kitchen accompanied by the rest of the household.
Sam Douglas had already been sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee while immersed in the newspaper. He walked in seconds before the sweet father-daughter revelation. He softly chuckles at the pair while his wife watches in wonderment.
Baby perks up, eyeing the reasoning behind all the fuss.
Midnight latches onto Samuel, clinging to her step-father. Silent tears fall down her cheeks. "I thought you were done with me for how crazy I am."
"Spice, you're not crazy. Different, unique, but definitely not crazy. I love you with all my heart. You may as well be my own daughter." Samuel softly coos, stroking her head of hair.
Midnight sniffles as the others watch on in curious amazement.
Tum Tum is going for a box of cereal. Changing the opportune timing.
"I love you too, Sam the Ham." Midnight giggles into his stomach. She pulls back once again, softly smiling up at him.
The man reading the newspaper jumps at the mention of his name.
"I'm no ham, but we can't keep Claudia waiting or your new brother." Samuel smiles steering Midnight towards the entrance.
"Thank you for having me." Midnight calls over to her shoulders to the parents of the boys.
"Thank you for taking care of my Midnight, Jessica. And Sam." Samuel calls, smirking at the guy behind the paper.
They turn to exit the house.
Midnight doesn't bid the others farewell. She's too thrilled for Samuel's return to care. Little does she know, her life was about to take a wicked twist.
The atmosphere of the Sinclair home is all too quiet for Midnight as they trudge up the pavement to the house. They enter with Samuel, keeping a comforting arm wrapped around his Night.
Claudia is sat on the sofa, speaking gently to a boy no older than Tum Tum. Her stomach is ten times it's usual size, causing the raise of an eyebrow in Midnight.
"Is she-?" Midnight is forming the question as Samuel cuts her off.
"Very much so. We are expecting twins!" Samuel nods, smiling watching Midnight grow happier.
Midnight is skeptical of the boy next to her step-mother. She walks over, fiddling with the hem of the leather jacket she kept on her arms at all times.
The boy jumps. He is around the same height as Tum Tum except an inch or two shorter. His hazel green eyes are averted to the rug with tan caramel features. He has a set of springy fair blonde curls upon his head in casual clothing.
"I'm Midnight Sinclair. You're new sister!" Midnight chirps, crouching down to lock eyes with the boy.
"He's shy." Claudia notes, earning a glance from the scrawny thing of twig of a boy.
"Has he eaten?" Midnight voices, eyeing her step-folks.
"You up for creating a disaster in the kitchen?" Samuel asks as a deranged look shines in her grey eyes.
Midnight jumps up, clasping her hands together. "I am always ready for a creative mess!"
Samuel chuckles, "we were thinking...pizza?"
The boy seems to perk up at the idea of cooking. He opens then closes his mouth to volunteer. He fiddles with his fingers.
"No toppings?" Midnight quirks up an eyebrow.
"You know we like it cheesey, but if you're cooking. Feel free to add sprinkles. I didn't get to formally meet your new friends." Samuel says, walking to the kitchen with her.
Light yellow walls with beige tiling flooring with beige countertops and a table to par is how they lived. A pink oven with stove top sat in between some counters with sleek white table tops as a silver fridge was beside the last counter of the entrance to the kitchen.
"They're not my friends...?" Midnight lies, questioning herself. She no longer could deny the label of friendship.
"Alright, lovers then?" Samuel jokes, watching Midnight flush pink. He lightly pokes her in the arm, "I saw the jacket on the red and blue boy. Tell the truth or would you like me to return and question them?"
"They're not lovers. Fine, I found myself friends with people who apparently care about my well being. I don't like it." Midnight says, beating down the dough of pizza while tossing flour into the mix.
"What're they're names? I guess, the blonde boy is a Samuel too. Must be after the father." Samuel chirps, prying into her personal life.
Midnight scowls almost causing them to have floor pizza for dinner. She chokes, realizing his revelation. She would returned to moments earlier, now, understanding why Baby said to never date Rocky then. "Ew! Gross!"
Samuel had been going on about his high school days while Midnight had been recalling all the daydreams she had of Rocky. "Not gross, embarrassing, maybe..."
Midnight is halfway done, glaring at the man. She takes him up off on the suggestion of adding sprinkles. Snickering to herself, she saw it as an opportunity to teach her step-father a lesson. "How old is the boy?"
"Twelve going on thirteen. He'll be starting at the high school. He skipped a grade." Samuel says, dusting his hands off from flour he got with trying to help his step-father.
"Oh, when?" Midnight asks, catching a smirk from the man. She thinks of adding hotsauce to the pizza before thinking twice on the mean gesture. She couldn't do such a thing to a pregnant woman, a shy orphaned kid or the man she hadn't seen in ages.
Samuel shrugs in response. Nobody knew when.
