Chapter 40

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As promised, here is the first of three chapters I will upload tonight! I would like to thank everyone for their input on my next story featuring and Indian (American, Indian-American) male lead. It's happening. :)

Fun fact: All of my lead male characters are based off of crushes from my real life. Their names and characteristics are different but race stays the same. For the longest time, I thought I only liked White and Mexican guys but this past summer, I met this kid (well, he's 19.. and I'm 17, but I call everyone kid) that I instantly formed a really good connection with. Him and I still talk and text pretty regularly and maybe one day (fingers crossed), something good will come out of our friendship. 

Anyways, I'm back from LaLaLand. Enjoy the chapter!! :)

Tony’s POV

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” Donny is standing in the middle of the living room holding one of Emily’s stuffed animals.

“How about you sleep in Emily’s bed?” My mom suggests.

Mama no!” Emily screams. I look over at her from my spot at the kitchen sink. Sometimes I forget she’s five. Times like these, it’s not hard to forget.

“And why not?” My mom pulls out her bed from the living room sofa and Donny moves aside.

“You’re the one that said that two people can only sleep together if they’re having a baby,” Emily pouts. “Me and Donny are not having a baby.”

“That only applies to people over 18,” my mom yawns. I can tell her patience for the day is gone. She looks so tired.

“But what about Tony and Evie? You said it applies to them.”

“They’re an exception.” My mom rolls her eyes and crawls into bed.

“What an inception?” Emily asks.”

“It means they’re special.”

“Why can’t I be special?”

My mom looks at Emily for a few seconds then closes her eyes. “You are special Emily. Now go make Donny welcome. He’s a guest, okay?”

“Okay.” Emily takes Donny’s hand and they go back to her room.

I finish up the last of the dishes, kiss my mom goodnight then hop in the shower. When I get out, there’s a text from Evie.

Everything is okay with Keisha. I’m sleeping here tonight and we’re going to an adoption agency in L.A. tomorrow.

Adoption? I guess that’s better than abortion.

Yeah. It’s definitely better than abortion.

Even over texts, she can read my mind. I love it.

Gotcha. Emily and Donny are okay. They just went to bed.

Good. Thanks again for keeping track of him.

He’s basically my little brother too, Ev.

I know. And Emily is my little sister too. :)

I’m gonna go to bed but thanks for texting. Let me know how tomorrow goes.

I will. I love you.

I love you too Evette.

It’s Evie.

I know.

I turn off my phone and go to sleep with a smile on my face.

“Shhh. I don’t want him to hear us. We have to surprise him.” Emily isn’t the quietest whisperer in the world. Plus I’ve been awake for an hour. My body naturally wakes up at six a.m. even after the school year has ended.

“Okay,” Donny says back. They close my bedroom door behind them and I try to lay as still as possible.

“I’ll go on that side and you stay here,” Emily says. I don’t know exactly what they’re planning but it’s already pretty amusing.

“When I say three,” Emily calls from the other side of the room, “we jump on the bed and wake him up, okay?”

“Okay!” Donny calls back in a loud whisper.

I decide to get in on this.

“One… Two…

“THREE!!” I throw my blankets up as they’re jumping on my bed. From the looks on their faces, I have scared the crap out of them.

Emily screams and Donny freezes. I start to tickle both of them and they start laughing.

“How did you know we were coming in?” Donny asks when he calms down from his fit of giggles.

“You guys are too loud!” I laugh and tickle them some more.

“Dang it!” Emily laughs. “We have to try harder next time.”

“Yes you do!” I pick them both up in my arms and walk down the hallway. They’re both squealing. I haven’t worked out in forever but they’re both so light that it’s easy to carry them.

I put them down when we get to the living room and help my mom fold the sofa back up.

“I was thinking we could all go to the park,” my mom suggests.

“Yeah, I think they’d like that.” I peck my mom on the cheek. “I’ll go get ready.”

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