The family's baby

Chapter 38

*Grace's P.O.V*

My eyes slowly open and I whine, covering my eyes as I turn over. I lay with my eyes covered for who knows how long as I wait for the evil light to go away. I whine as I hear footsteps walking down the hall, pausing at my door.

"It's time to get up," Dad says and I whine, keeping my face covered by my pillow.

"No," is all I say as I lay there.

"I'll send your mom up in a little bit," Dad states and I hear him continue down the hall. I continue to lay there, not moving until I hear footsteps heading towards my room again. I bolt up, scrambling out of bed and standing there, trying to think what to do as I stare at the door. I see Mom peek her head into the room.

"I'm up," I mutter after a moment. I can see her shake her head as she makes her way into my room, walking over to me.

"You know I can hear you practically falling out of your bed when you hear me coming down the hall, right?" Mom asks.

"You never mentioned it before so no, I did not know," I say slowly, frowning slightly.

"You never said anything when I was doing it every day before school..." I point out, furrowing my eyebrows slightly.

"Because I always made sure that you got up in time for you to not be late. I don't really care how it is done, just that it's done," Mom says, rolling her eyes.

"And yet I still ended up late sometimes," I retort, smirking slightly as she raises an eyebrow.

"I could have made you walk," Mom says as she tries to swat the back of my head but I duck it, giggling as I duck under her arm.

"Missed me," I stick my tongue out at her as I dart out of the room, running to the bathroom. I hear her laugh as I lock the door. I realize my curl products are still in my suitcase so I curse my luck as I start getting ready for the day. I unlock the door, leaving the bathroom. I head back to my room and notice that Mom is setting out my clothes for today.

I go over to where my suitcase is laying on the ground, finding it opened. I dig through what is left in it, slowly sorting out my stuff that was kind of just thrown together. I gather up my hair stuff and carry it to the bathroom.

"Zahira and Jazmin will be coming over for lunch. Something I am sure you are looking forward to," Mom says outside the bathroom. I nod my head as I unscrew the top of my spray bottle, filling it up within the sink. Some of the water pours out over the edge of the bottle before I turn the water off.

"Okay. I don't know if you mean looking forward to them coming over or lunch," I speak as I spray some of my curls with water, mostly the ones that seem to have straightened out as I slept. I glance over at Mom as I do it, wondering which she was assuming I would be looking forward to.

"Lunch, knowing you," Mom states as she shakes her head slightly. "Although you should be looking forward to seeing your niece and sister," she informs me.

"But that's no fun. Besides, I doubt Jazmin even remembers me. She was a baby last time I came home from college for a visit," I inform her.

"She was not a baby, she was two years old and she does remember you," Mom says as I start to put curl cream in my hair, working it through my curls as we talk.

"2 years old is still a baby," I roll my eyes.

"2 years old is a toddler and don't roll your eyes at me just because you're upset that I am right," Mom states.

"You are not right," I retort as I lift my leg up slightly, nudging the door shut with my foot. I reach over and quickly lock it, pressing my lips together as I hear Mom try to open the door.

"Grace, did you just shut the door in my face and then lock it?" Mom questions after a moment. I smirk slightly as I lean against the door just to make sure that she can't get in. I don't think she can but you can never be too safe when you're annoying your mother.

"I may have possibly done that. There is a slight possibility that you may have imagined that though," I point out.

"You are a brat," Mom says and I hear her walk off. I don't move from my spot as a sigh of relief escapes me. I stay in my spot for a few moments before I step away from the door. I was in the clear it seemed.

I finish doing my hair, pausing to wash my face. I am careful to not get my hair wet as I splash water all over my face...which means it's technically all over the counter now but I choose not to think about that part. I would clean it up when I was done anyways.

Once I am done, I use a towel to wipe off the counter. I throw it over my shoulder as I plan to take it to the laundry room with my dirty clothes once I change. When I unlock the door and leave the bathroom, I turn towards my room which is in the direction of the stairs.

I squeak when I see Mom standing at the top of the stairs so I do the totally adult thing and throw the towel at her before rushing into my room and shutting the door. I hear her huff before hearing nothing. Either that is a very good thing or a very bad thing. It turns out to be a bad thing because she is now standing right outside my door.

"I came back up because I forgot to check, are you dry this morning or..." she asks, leaving the question to hang in the air. After I don't respond, she continues...

"Is that a yes? Or are you trying to silently check? Whatever, it doesn't really matter. Just dispose of it either way, please, and remember to go potty before you come down." She says before leaving again

Mortified by her remarks, I might have silently checked to confirm that I was indeed still dry after she left. It was with a sigh of relief that I confirmed I still was in fact dry. Going over to my bed, I grab the clothes picked out for me and roll my eyes. My mom loved making me wear flowery sundresses. Deciding it wasn't worth the fight and that it had nothing to do with liking her selection for me, I changed into today's outfit before going to the bathroom to dispose of the pullup.

Standing there, I shrug when I can't figure out why I feel like I'm forgetting something before giving up and heading back to my room. I waste a lot of time hiding in my room instead of going downstairs. When I do finally make my way downstairs, I see the table has been set except for the plates.

"Can you set the plates out?" Mom asks from the kitchen and I don't know how she sees me since I'm just peeking around the corner to see the dining table. I decided not to move since maybe she won't say anything again.

"Grace, I heard you come down the stairs. Set the plates out," Mom orders and I pout slightly as I walk around the corner.

"Why is your stupid hearing so good?" I ask as I walk over to the cabinet, opening it up. I grab some plates, taking them over to the table. I put down the first plate in the spot that I claim as mine. It's only fair that I get the first spot since I was the one setting the plates.

I count the spots, noticing the booster seat in one of the chairs so I deduce that the spot next to it will be Zahira's. The other two seats next to each other I assume are going to be for Mom and Dad. Then of course there was my spot and it was at that time I noticed there is one more seat that has silverware set in front of it.

Before I can ask why, the thing I forgot finally hits me and of course hits me full force. I practically sprint to the bathroom and make it just in time. I can't help but be thankful for the dress because if I was in pants, I don't think I would have made it. After I finish my business and wash up, I go back to setting up

"Was that running I heard from you forgetting to go potty like I asked? Did you make it?" She asks, surprising me and making me nearly drop the plate I was holding!

"...Yes" is all I can say, feeling the heat radiating off me, I'm so embarrassed.

"That's good, baby..." mom says while next to me, kissing the side of my head, not helping at all with my embarrassment...