Morning came as I got ready for school. I looked outside the window. It was dark with a orange-pink sun.
"We need to get them to school....they shouldn't know," voices were heard from downstairs. I got my bag and jumped down the steps.
"We'll go after they are at school...," more voices were heard.
"Good morning Mommy!" Dyson was already downstairs and he was awake. He ran to our mom and gave her a hug. I trailed down after him and joined the hug.
"Here are your lunches. Go eat your breakfast," my mom handed us our lunches.
"Thanks," Dyson and I said in sync.
We ate our breakfast quick. We both are cereal.
I am 4th grade. My day was going normal. My mom was pregnant with my brother, Payce. If it was a girl, her name would be Polly. Our mom told us that it would be a boy when she found out that she was pregnant. We were so happy for her! Now we went to school. Dyson stayed home, he wasn't feeling well. When I came off the bus, I started to walk home. I heard calls....,"Aria!" Dyson? No, how could it be Dyson? I turned around. There he was with my grandpa. I ran to the car and got in as soon as possible. "So, how come you're picking us up?" I was curious to know.
"You'll see soon enough," our grandfather replied.
He drove us for what seemed like forever but eventually, we got to or destination. Our destination was the hospital.
We went inside and waited outside a room for a little while.
The nurse finally let us in the room. Inside the room was our mom. She had covers up to her stomach and was breathing a little more than necessary.
"Hi sweetie, how was school?" She calmed down quickly and put a smile on her face. She is good under pressure. Especially with us. I am not.
"Are you okay? Where's the baby? What is the n--"
"I don't think that she can answer so many questions Dyson," my step dad said. I giggled. Dyson put his hands out for a hug.
