adopted by my idol (#wattys2015)

chapter 50

Michael's POV:

Lucy has been having the most terrible mood swings ever lately, she's that age. She's been given the talk and everything, obviously not by me. But the sign that you're basically a teenager and you have your time of the month is about to start soon, trust me I know after growing up with sisters. I remember Janet having hers probably the most clear cause she's younger than me so it's easier for me to remember but it was annoying, obviously it is to a boy cause we don't have these things. My princess is growing up and to be honest I don't like it, no parent wants their child growing up and leaving. I know I certainly don't.

Lucy's POV:

I wake up to the most horrible stomachache ever, I turn my lamp on and pull my blanket back to get another drink. "DAD" I scream as I look in horror at the scene

"Lucy? What's wrong?" Dad asks worried running into the room he stops when he notices "it's ok, go and have a shower while I'll get Mary to help ok?"

I nod ok and do as I'm told, I feel so silly for screaming now. I knew what it was but I wasn't expecting to wake up to what looked like a murder scene. I have a shower and I wrap my towel me then walk out back into my room. Stephanie and Mary was just finishing changing my bedding then Mary grabs my clothes and walks me back to the bathroom.

"The sticky side goes facing down"

I burst out laughing "sorry...it's just....it's just" I shut up and take a few breaths "who would do it facing up? Man that would hurt" I say and laugh again

"Some people do"

"Did you?"

"No, but my sister did"

"Ouch, I bet it hurt"

"She did say it did" she giggles

I already know what to do and there's instructions with it, but Mary is kind and also one of the older members of staff so I'm being kind and sitting here through the instructions again. When she finishes she leaves me to it and I guess I'm a teenager now, I'm dreading this. Every month I'm going to have mother nature all the way until I'm like over 50, can't they just send you a letter or something every month instead of putting me through this pain? I go back to bed and Dad tucks me in

"You feeling ok?"

"Yeah, wasn't expecting to wake up to see a load of blood"

"At least it happened at home and not in public"

"True"

"N'aw, my little princess is growing up"

"Lucky you got the twins and another one who won't be growing up for a while" I smile

He frowns and I immediately regretted saying that, it sounded bad and now he's gonna start his speach in 3, 2, 1

"Sweetie, you'll always be my first princess. I promise not to push you or the twins or Prince out. I never with Prince did I?"

"No"

"There you go, I haven't and won't with Paris either ok?"

"Ok"

"Right it's late so go back to sleep"

I hug him and smile "night Dad, love you"

"Love you more" he kisses my head and leaves

But he already have started to push us out. That's the thing with being over sensitive you sometimes over think things through and it's horrible. I wish I didn't have it.

Week Later

"Are you sure you're ok?" Omer asks as he hangs upside down from the tree as well

"I don't know"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if it's just me being over sensitive again or not"

"Well tell me what it is and I'll tell you if you are or not"

"Dad never pushed us out with Prince, Paris he didn't until a few days afterwards. I was nervous before her birth cause she's a girl but that was just me being sensitive. I wanted to help like I did with Prince but suddenly I couldn't help out. I just feel pushed out"

"What about the twins?

"They play with Prince and when paris isn't crying Dad joins them"

"How about you have a sleepover at mine tonight? We got these new guns that has foam bullets"

"You mean nerf guns?"

"Yeah those"

"I'll have to ask Dad but I'll make him say yes" I smile

"Great, you know you always got me. I'm always here for you"

"Thank you, and I'm here for you too"

He smiles and takes a hold of my hand, I smile back and after an hour of taking about random stuff we decide to stop being Monkey's and get down. We head to the house and Dad is with the younger two in the living room so I just stand in the doorway "can I stay at Omer's tonight please"

"No, we're visiting Grandma and Joseph tomorrow"

"You can pick me up on the way there."

He goes to reply with no again but Paris starts crying, perfect.

"I never get sleepovers at someone else's house it's always at my cousins. I only got two friends so why can't I have a sleepover? You can just pick me up on the way. I want to go, why won't you let me go?"

"Fine, I'll pick you up at half 10" he sighs

I smile and run off dragging Omer with me to the bedroom "see, told ya I'll be able to go"

Omer's POV:

"ha, gotcha" I laugh after hitting Lucy

"No fair, you cheated" she smiles shooting me but misses

"Fail" I laugh and hide behind the couch

"I'll wait until your sister gets home, she always win"

"She won't be home for ages" I quickly stand up and shoot her again but she gets be first

"Yes, score. Loser loser loser" she smiles running around the room cheering

"Let's go and play football" I smile

"Ok"

15 minutes later

We're sat on the grass facing each other whilst passing the ball to each other. "Luce, why did you say Dad today? You normally still say Daddy"

"I did?"

"Yeah"

"Oh"

"Why don't you just talk to him and tell you how you feel?"

"I doubt he got time for talking" she says quietly whilst passing the ball back

"He will, what's the worst that can happen?"

"Rejection"

"Let's change the topic, what movie you wanna watch?"

"Alice in Wonderland" she smiles

Lucy's POV:

Omer's sister got home half way through the movie so she joined in and now we're currently watching Beatlejuice, Omer's favourite.

"The breakfast club now" smiles

"Sweetie, they're a little young for it" Pia smiles

"You always watch it" Omer speaks

"Mom they're old enough"

"No, pick an appropriate movie please"

"Annie then?"

"That's fine"

They always argue over this, it's funny to watch. I hope thimgs will change with Dad.