Title- The Tale of Ronnie
Chapter Title- I Don't Want One
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Note- I know, I was mean. I dragged it out. I didn't drag out so much in this chapter. Well, a little bit but not too much.
Mom looked slightly better but she claimed to be tired. She went into the bedroom. I waited until I heard dad go into their bedroom and I went into the bathroom. I made sure the door was locked and I opened the cabinet. Aspirin, that was there before, these things were there before. God, what had dad put away before? I looked in the garbage pail, nothing. Whatever it was, they got rid of it. I opened the door and went into the kitchen. Mom and dad were still in their bedroom and Nate was in ours. I pet Chocolate as I peered into the kitchen garbage. Nothing, what did they get that they wanted to hide? I looked through the letters.
This one was strange. A realtor, why would we need a realtor? We weren't moving, or were we? Were we moving? I didn't want to move. We couldn't move. This wasn't fair. I liked it here, I liked living here. I didn't want to move, then I wouldn't live near Two-Bit and Miss Mathews wouldn't be my baby-sitter. I walked to my parents' room and knocked on the door.
"C'min," dad's voice said. I opened the door and crawled onto the bed. Dad put his arms around me.
"Did ya have a bad dream?" I shook my head. I showed him the letter.
"Are we moving?" I asked him.
"I'm gonna wake up your mom, you get Nate," he told me. I nodded and shook Nate. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bedroom. Mom was rubbing her eyes and dad told her what happened. She groaned.
"Are we moving?" I asked.
"Moving," Nate repeated. He looked scared. Mom sighed and stared at dad. Dad nodded.
"Guys, we're moving," she said.
"No fair," I yelled, "we don't get a say in this?" That wasn't fair.
"We aren't moving far. A few blocks down from here. We'll be closer to Uncle Darry. You and Nate can get your own rooms for a bit," dad said.
"Nuh-uh," I said. I shook my head and backed up.
"I don't want my own room. The house is fine, isn't it?"
"There isn't enough room. The house we got has three bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen."
"So, we don't need the extra bedroom," I protested.
"We aren't moving that far, besides, we'll have a bigger yard." I was getting used to the idea. A bigger yard, a separate kitchen and living room. It wasn't a bad idea.
"But why the extra bedroom?" I asked.
"Nate, Ronnie, you guys are gonna have a younger sibling," mom said. I wrinkled my nose. I didn't want a baby in the house.
"A baby," I said. I remembered when I was younger, about five; my friend's mom was going to have a baby. I asked mom where babies came from and she told me that she would tell me when I was older.
"So, where do babies come from anyway?"
"When you're older," mom told me.
"You said that last time I asked," I argued. She groaned.
"Can I just go to sleep?" she asked. She pulled the covers over her head and shooed us out. I climbed into bed with Nate. Chocolate was trying to get on the bed so I reached over and picked him up. He licked Nate's ear and Nate giggled.
"Nate, what do you think?" I asked him.
"I don't wanna move," he said softly, "I don't wanna baby." I rubbed his back as he began to cry. My brother only cried a few times. I gave him a hug and told him it would be okay. I was lying, I didn't know if it would be okay.
Dad woke us up in the morning. I didn't want to get up. Nate kept me up late last night. I didn't like to have him awake as he cried. I felt like a bad sister if I did that. I loved Nate a lot. I didn't want a baby, it would get the attention. I didn't want to lose the attention I got. Hopefully Uncle Two-Bit wouldn't love the baby more than me. I wouldn't like that at all.
Dad had a bowl of Lucky Charms on the table waiting for me. I didn't like Lucky Charms. Nate liked them a lot so he was enjoying himself. Ever since I punched that kid, he has been talking to me more. He says the occasional word to mom or dad. I mean word, like last night all he said was baby.
Dad stayed home from work because somebody was coming to see the house. The house looked sort of clean. It used to look cleaner when mom was feeling better. Dad told me she had morning sickness. He told me that you don't always get it in the morning. School was boring that day. I didn't tell anybody about the baby because I didn't really want it.
I came home and made sure everything was how I left it. I went into check on mom, I still wanted to make sure she was okay. This dumb baby was causing her a lot of pain. That's how the rest of the week went. I couldn't wait until Saturday. I would finally get to see Uncle Two-Bit again.
I slept late on Saturday. I don't know why. When I woke up, my uncles were already there.
"You did it again," I heard somebody say. I was half-asleep so I couldn't tell who it was.
"Congratulations," another voice said. I was glad Nate and I weren't the last ones to find out. I rolled off of my bed and walked out into the hall.
"Hey kiddo," dad said. The next thing I know, a bagel is flying towards me.
"Catch," Two-Bit said. I easily caught it and brought it back to the table.
"No food fights," mom warned.
"C'mon Jessi, we used to have them all the time," dad said.
"Yeah, but we have people checking out the house today. So, um, Two-Bit, would you mind taking the kids for the day?"
"It's not like I have other things to do. No, they aren't a problem for me." I gave him a hug. He picked me up.
"I was gettin' worried you'd miss Mickey this morning."