"I have two things to discuss with you." Sorin holds up two fingers in front of my eyes, and I rest my head on the palm of my hand thinking what I've done wrong.
Is he reconsidering our entire relationship? Because I can't think of a single instance in the last few days when I've made a mistake. Sorin sighs before placing his hands over mine as after I begun drumming my fingers against the kitchen counter top out of habit.
"Even if you killed my entire family, I'd still follow you around like a lost puppy. Love, don't overthink things." Karina, who is 'accidentally' pointing a knife towards Sorin's direction, scoffs as he brushes a lock of my hair behind my ear.
"It's nice to know I'm appreciated in this household." Karina sneers as she walks towards Sorin, her silver knife slowly drawing blood from his shoulder before picking up another knife beside him and buttering her ham sandwich.
This family is dysfunctional, yet I adore them. Sorin rolls his eyes, almost as if his sister didn't just slash his shoulder with a knife and wipes the blood away with his thumb pad.
Before my eyes bore into his, I take a sip of my apple juice. "All right," I say, taking a big breath and preparing myself for the worst-case scenario.
"For starters, we still haven't told my mother about your pregnancy." I groan and press my forehead on the cool counter for a minute before returning to my comfortable posture;One hand under my chin, whist the other carrying a silver spoon filled with mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Sarah terrifies me. She's been so kind to me during my stay here, but I wouldn't rule out the possibility of her murdering me. I've never seen her 'evil' side before, but because I can read her like a book, I know she's got a horrible attitude hidden deep inside.
I can't believe Sorin grew up in the family; he's never drawn blood from another family member, and I've seen his siblings do it to each other and him several times, though I know it's how they express their love in some crazy twisted up way.
"We should lock her up in a padded room after telling her, and keep her in there for nine months and after she looks into our baby's eyes she'll love me again." I shove a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, and Nicolas now enters the kitchen taking a tub of jelly from the cabinets.
"Who'd have guessed that the family's second youngest would be the second to have a child? It's beyond my imagination." Nicolas beams so brightly at Sorin that it melts my heart. I'm not sure why he's so pleased, given this baby was conceived as a result of our own selfish choices.
Nicolas presses the palms of his hands against my stomach, like he has done several times in the last several days. I have a feeling this baby will be the most adored human on the earth.
These people are family, and family is defined not by blood but by those who show themselves to you and stand by you at your worst moments. If I had told the miserable Nita a year ago that I would be pregnant with that guy's baby I once met, and that I'd finally have a family that would support me at every step, she would have laughed in my face.
"I think it just kicked!" Nicolas squeals like a toddler, and I shove the spoonful of minty goodness into my mouth while Sorin and I fight to not to laugh. It's too early in the pregnancy for he or her to be kicking around.
"Sorry Nic, that's my stomach rumbling." He groans and rolls his head back whilst I place the spoon in the tub. The kitchen door unexpectedly bursts open, causing both me and Nicolas to gasp.
"Nicolas, why are your hands on the stomach of your brother's girl?" Sarah, Sorin's mother, inquires her gaze falling on my stomach. His eyes widen significantly as he hurriedly places his hands by his sides.
