Forgetting - Part 8

It has been about a month. Dad wanted to cut off Jesse's penis and mom went out and bought a car seat. Jesse, however, tried to run. He left town for two weeks before his mom found him and threatened him. She told him that if he doesn't help, then she will light his testicals on fire so he may have no more spawn. I'm not too sure why there is this sudden facination with Jesse's privates, but I have decided to stay out of it.

I wake up first as the sunlight peaks through the blinds and falls across my face. Kim is curled up on her side facing me. I look at her intently. She seems so innocent and child like. A strand of her hair is curled around her delicate little pinky. Her mouth is slightly open and I can tell she's dreaming. She opens her eyes slowly. I look at the clock and notice I have been starring at my sister for and hour.

"Goodmorning." She yawns.

"Happy birthday."

"Tell me sister, how does it feel to be adult?" She asks me in a phony Brittish accent and her nose in the air.

"Quite excellant dear sister. And you as well?" I copy her voice.

"I can feel the wrinkles setting in already."

We giggle and our mother enters with two cartons of Ben & Jerry's. Kim's is always Brownie Batter and mine will always be New York Super Fudge Chunk. We both get on the floor next to our mother, still smiling.

"And to think, it had been eighteen years since I was in this exact same position! Screaming and crying and..."

"Begging for the epidural." Kim and I say in unison. She has done the same routine every year.

"And to think, soon it will be my baby."

I look over and see the hump that is Kim's belly. She is attempting to balance her ice cream on it.

"Twenty-seven weeks to go." She puts her hand on her forehead and closes her eyes.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Just a headache. Nothing major Jules." She reassures me.

We finish our birthday breakfast, get money from mom and decide to go shopping. We go to the maternaty store for Kim first.

"Hey, this one would look great on you!" Kim tells me.

"Yeah, except I'm not the pregnant one, remember? Besides, we're identical. If it would look good on me it would look good on you."

"I guess so, but it doesn't look like it's maternaty. You should try it anyway."

I look over at her to see a bright green dress. It really isn't bad. It's actually kind of cute. It's a babydoll cut and there are white flowers on the bottom.

"Maybe I will try it." I take it from her and go to the dressing room. Kim follows me and knocks her head on the dressing room door. "Good job Kimmie."

"Shut up, I didn't see it there." She's bliking a ton and swaying back and forth on the spot.

"Are you okay Kim?"

"Fine. I just need a nap I think. Can we go home?"

I look at the dress, then at her. "Come on, let's go."