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Part 5
The click of the door pulls me out of my daydream, I perk up a little presuming that it's Sammie come to rescue me from caring for her little leech. That's what I've decided – children are leeches – they grasp hold of you at the most inconvenient times, pull at anything they can regardless of how much it hurts and then won't let go. And then if that wasn't enough they suck all the energy from you – well I certainly don't want that to happen. So I've got a plan – I'm going to give Sammie the baby! I'll give the thing nine months of my life and that's it, she can have it for the rest of it's life.
"Auntie Serena" I silently groan as my niece runs at me, her arms outstretched ready to engulf me in a hug. Tabitha's always like that, all cuddly. But I don't want cuddles right now, I just want to be left alone, in silence. I must be giving off some sort of bad vibe because Tabitha stops before she gets to me, she stares at me looking confused
"where's mum?" she asks, her voice soft and quieter than usual. I can see it in her eyes that that's not what she really wants to ask. I mutter some answer that I doubt she even hears, but It doesn't matter because her attention has turned to Adam, who curled up on the sofa next to me, his sticky hand grasping me t-shirt. His face is still slightly red from his crying fit early but I don't care. Sammie'll probably lecture me, saying I didn't care for her son correctly but that's just it isn't it, he's her son not mine so why should I have to care for him. Just like this little brat inside of me isn't mine, it's hers.
"Auntie Serena, Adam's asleep you should have taken him to his crib. I've got to go do my homework" Tabitha says as she dashes from the room, her long blond plait flying out behind her. I roll my eyes after her, but I pick Adam up and sigh. Slowly I click my fingers and end up in – hang on this isn't Adam's room. I look around, and frown. How'd I end up in Sammie's room, I groan under the weight of the child in my arms, and sluggishly walk from one room to the other. I practically dump Adam in his crib, barely noticing that my rough manner has woken him from his sleep. I click my fingers again and end up back in the living room, where I sit again and begin to wait for Sammie. Why oh why did I let this happen.