Chapter 3: Talents

Dianna POV

I wake to find George is sitting next to me. I kind of jump.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine. I'm not paid to sleep." I straighten myself out, and rub my eyes.

"It's fine. I know she can be a handful and tiresome."

"No it's fine. Really. She's a good baby." I look over at him, he's holding Jean, and watching Ed, Edd, and Eddy.

"What's it like to be a big brother?" I ask out of curiosity. I was an only child, and I wanted a brother or sister so bad.

"Not to bad. I guess. Seeing there's 14 year difference between us, but it doesn't matter. What about you? Do you got siblings?"

"No."

"Do you got a boyfriend?"

"No. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No." Since, when did this turn into an interrogation? I turn to the TV, and saw Jimmy Neutron. I watched the TV blankly. I even space out. I've got to snap out of it. I slap my face softly to wake up.

"You need food so you can wake up." George says. I look at him.

"Food would be great." I say.

"Well, I'm somewhat of a cook."

"Oh really? What do you cook?"

"Microwavable pizzas and burritos." We laugh.

"I'm one up on you. I can make Macaroni and Cheese. And not set the house on fire."

"Well, why don't you put that to the test?"

"You want me to cook?" I ask.

"Yes."

"Challenge accepted." I go to the kitchen, and get out different stuff to make. George puts Jean in her bouncer, and sets it on the table where we can watch her. In the end I made grilled cheese sandwiches, with chicken noodle soup, and brownies.

"Not bad." George says as he begins to gather plates. I still sit at the table, and bottle feed Jean.

"Not bad? That was great." I say.

"Ok. Maybe it was great." He plops another brownie bit into his mouth.

"Good, Because tomorrow you're making dinner." I say, and bounce Jean lightly.

"No. I would burn the house down."

"George. Dianna. I'm home." Elizabeth calls out, when George finishes putting the dishes away.

"In the kitchen." George says. She comes in.

"It smells good in here." She smells the air.

"Dianna made dinner. There are still some brownies left. " George tells her.

"Well, I must have one then." He hands her one.

"Dianna Marie Johnson, this is the best brownie I have ever had. It just falls apart in your mouth. You must want to be a chef when you grow up."

"Not really. I want to be a teacher."

"Well, when the kids are good you better treat them to this." We talk for a while, then all of a sudden a wave of sleepiness hits me.

"I'll see you all tomorrow." I get up, and leave. I walk home in haze. Some people look at me like I'm drugs, but no just really out of it. I get to my apartment, and make a dive for the sink. I throw up everything, even get passed that point, and I throw up stomach acid. It burns. I don't make it to the bed. I just lay down on the couch, and cover up with the little blanket that's on the back of the couch. Instantly falling asleep.

I dream about showing off my baby. About how beautiful it's going to be. Then I wake up at 6:30. I still have the taste of last night's throw up on my breath. Not pleasant. I hold my head for a while, then stumble into the shower. I forget to take my socks off. I chuckle at my stupidness, then toss my soaked socks aside. I turn the water over to cold, and open my mouth to let the water fill it. I do that three times. Then when I get out of the shower I wrap a towel around me, and brush my teeth. I get dresses in jeans, and a tee top, and a sweatshirt.

"Who knew something smaller than your hand could make so much trouble." I pat my stomach. World here I come.