Wenclair

~41~

Wednesday's POV:

My mother motions me to follow her after we finished eating dinner. I told Enid I'd be back as I stepped into my parent's room.

Tomorrow's Christmas and hopefully she has my gift for Enid.

I watch her as she digs through her drawer and pulls out a black squared box. She hands it to me and I feel the outside. It's black velvet with a dark red heart in the center.

I carefully open the box, not knowing how easily it could break. Inside, there's a silver band. I take it out and examine it. Black letterings engraved on the inside reading: Cara Mia. Then a small black heart was engraved on the outside of the band.

I feel the corner of my lip tug into a smile before I force it back. I place the ring in the box and close it.

"Thank you, Mother," I say, lifting my head to look at her. She smiles sweetly at me and I turn around. "Wait," I say, stopping myself and turning back around to my mother. "How's the... you know." I say, looking at her closet briefly and then looking back at her.

My mother hums and nods before walking over to the closet and opening it. "Take a look. It's yours after all." She says.

I walk toward her closet. "Correction: it's Enid's," I say as I walk into her closet.

I flip on the light switch and observe the room. I walk quietly over to the box that sits in the corner. I get on my hands and knees and look inside.

The orange kitten lies there, sleeping and purring. I smirk as I watch the cat's back rise and fall. I stand back up, wiping the dirt off my clothes and walking away.

I turn the light off as I leave. My mother closes the door behind me and sighs. "Remember to feed it before bed tonight." I remind her. I noticed the bowls were empty.

She nods. I turn away, shoving the box in my pocket as I leave her room. I enter my bedroom and Enid sits on my bed, scrolling on her phone.

"Has your... mother contacted you yet?" I say, hesitant, walking over to the girl. She looks up from her phone as I stand next to her.

She sighs. "Nope."

Thank god. I told Enid to tell me if her mother ever contacted her. I will handle it myself. I will not allow that imbecile to be treating my Enid like crap.

I hold my hand out and she just looks at it. Like she's scared of it or something. "Come on. We're making cookies soon." I say, waiting for her to take my hand.

She eventually does and I walk her down to the kitchen. We still have to do the whole Santa thing because of Pugsley. Yet, he's the only one in the house that gets a decent amount of stuff.

As we enter the kitchen, my parents are getting the ingredients out and my brother sits on the stool, bouncing up and down with excitement. I roll my eyes, noticeably uncomfortable with this kind of behavior. I'm slowly getting used to it.

Because of Enid.

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The cookies are placed on the table, still warm from being in the oven. I'm not a big fan of cookies but they are okay. I reach over and grab one of the cookies.