Don't laugh at me

Chapter one

Beep…

Beep…..

Beeeeep…..

I slam my hand down on the stupid alarm clock. I hate alarm clock with a passion. I don't usually use the hate word but I can't help it when it comes to that stupid necessity. I am not old fashioned, I have a cell phone, and the alarm on it doesn't wake me up anymore though. I have just been so exhausted these last few months that I needed the extra noise to get me going. I hear the jingle of the door alarm go off for derricks room and groan. I had hoped to get a few extra minutes of sleep before the day started.

Moments later I hear the creak of my door and open my eyes to my pumpkin standing in the door way in his 'fox' pajamas. They are actually raccoon feety pajamas with an adorable hood, but you try arguing with a 4 year old with asburgers syndrome. Dominick is my little angel. He was my special surprise baby. I found out I was pregnant with him the same day my husband died. I was so excited to call him that night on Skype and tell him the good news. He had been home on leave from a tour in Iraq 2 months before. We had been trying for a child of our own for so long.

Instead of calling my love that night I got a call from what I though was him that night. I picked up the phone out of my mind with excitement and instead of his calm sweet voice I received that of his sergeants. Informing me that my life had ended on the way back from a routine drop in kuiat city due to an I.E.D just outside the first check point. I remember dropping the phone and just falling to the floor. I laid there for hours. Finally only getting up when the doorbell rang.

I dusted myself off and opened the door only to be engulfed in a bone crushing hug from my brother Emmet. He informed me that he had sent rose to pick up all the kids from school and they would stay with her at their house until later that night. I felt relief and failure all at once. I ended up crying into Emmets shoulder on the floor in the entry way until the sun went down.

"Mommy?' Derick asks me and I realize I've zoned out while he climbed into bed with me.

"Yeah nugget?" I look down at him and he smiles so I do too.

"I like your smiles, did you know I was coming to snuggle this morning?' he asks getting into my blankets.

"Yeah bug. I always know when you're coming to my room. Remember the door songs that I told you about? They tell me when doors open and close and which doors open and close. You know that though right?" the thing with asburgers kids is they only remember what they choose too. It's quite funny actually. He will remember what color eyes the dog in the story had but not grasp a single thing about the plot of the story.

"Oh yeah! I wish they had alarms for black ops that tell you when someone is screen watching!" he just about yells at me.

"I too buddy, that way you wouldn't cheat all the time!"

"I do not cheat! You just don't practice enough to beat me." He pats my leg and leaves and about a minute later I hear the jingle for the game room go off and know he will be in there for a while. Asperger's is classified as high functioning autism. I disagree, I believe these kids are just so high functioning in general that they have exceeded anybody's understanding so the world has classified them as disabled. If being a five year old who can recite every Taylor swift song and play black ops 2 at a prestige level is 'handicapped' than I wish I was handicapped.

While I check my calendar on my phone I hear Paizge, jewel, and Michaels door alarms go off. After a quick shower and getting dressed I head down stairs to pull out cereal for all the kids. I know I should be all stay at home mom/foster mom and cook breakfast but these kids know I am not a morning person. They love me anyways, well most days they do.

"MOMMY BELL!" I hear jewels yell and cringe. Apparently today is not a day for love in her opinion.

"YES JEWELERY!" I yell back louder because I'm a child in the mornings. I hear the thunder of kids down the stairs and know it's going to be a 'someone did this or that' with the response of 'well they did this first' type of deal.

"MOMJEWELLOCKEDMEOUTOFTHEBATH ROOMANDJUSTSATINTHERETOMAKEM EBELATEFORSCHOOL!" Michael my 15 year old adopted son rushes out in one long, loud sentence. Jewel screams and throws her hands up.

"Michael's stupid friend stole my money off my dresser yesterday and he won't pay me back!"

I shush them before Michael can give a rebuttal. Jewels and Michael are biological brother and sister. They were our first foster case and we fell in absolute love. It was so hard to be objective with what would be best for them but we did it and suggested to the court they be returned to their mother as soon as rehab for their mother had been completed. It was and they were returned to their home after 18 months of living with us. That was about 9 years ago. Jewel called me about 6 months later and said they were hiding in the closet and that the police were everywhere. That time they were not placed with us immediately soon after their mother was sentenced to 10 years in prison for operating a meth lab they were up for adoption and we jumped at the opportunity. A year later and they were ours, it was an uphill battle but absolutely worth it.

"Michael, first off, your friends are not allowed in your sister's room, EVER and that is final. Jewels, you need to bring these things to me before you decide to punish Michael all by yourself little girl. Now as for both of you, let's see a hug." I sat patiently as they mean mugged the heck out of each other before finally doing as I asked. The thing moody teens hate most is hugs, especially if those hugs turn group style and are all squeezy, so I hopped up and made it squeezy. Then I laughed when they walked out complaining about me and my need for hugs. Hey if they can bond over mutual embarrassment about me at least they are bonding. I take what I can get. Around 7am I say good bye to all the kids but one and they jump in Paizge, my other bio child's, crossover and head to school/daycare. I head upstairs with a heavy heart to wake up my broken hearted ward, Anthony.

Authors note: thanks for reading! This story is very close to my heart and similar to my RL so please be kind. If you are checking this out after reading tit for tat please know I intend to finish it I just am not ready to progress that story before this one. I am making this my main priority. I hope to update if not every day but at least every other. Please review! Oh and I don't own anything of Stephanie Myers. Love yall.