This choice: A month later and everyone has started to accept this new dynamic. • Go Back...Chapter #6A month later and everyone has started to accep... by: Wassel   After this things gradually seemed to improve and everyone began to get a little more settled within the house. The fact that her and David were properly talking and supporting one another allowing her to come out of her shell a little more. No longer being quite so afraid to talk to anyone, nor you to her (even if you still had practically nothing in common). In fact, as the weeks past, even Tabitha, who'd always had kind of dislike for Claire ever since her and David had first started going out, started to help her out with a few things around the house. Chores that she could no longer manage due to her heavily pregnant body. Not that she needed assistance with everything mind. It turning out that one of the side effects of the surgery and the fact that most of her brain was actually your mother's, she'd managed to retain a lot of your mother's skills and knowledge. Learning how to cook in virtually no time at all and even serving up dishes that you would have sworn had been made by your mom. The various compliments she usually received after she had being answered with little more than a shrug and a grunt. "Thanks. But I just kind of threw it together," she would tell you all. "It's no big deal." Being rather nonchalant about it all and still, despite these new found abilities, very much acting like the same Emo 14 year old. It actually being rather funny to witness at times. Watching your mother slouching around the place in that kind of 'I don't care about anything' type of way. It being so comically out of character.
She only behaved this way in private, around you guys though. Anytime you had visitors or she was out in public, she rather remarkable managed to pull out an at least half decent impression of your mom. Enough to fool people at least. Obviously not being quite so chatty or upbeat as your real mother was, but she was passing. Even when forced to spend time with your mother's closest friends. An ordeal she clearly did not enjoy. Your mom's friends being way too bubbly and upbeat and well... old. Having overheard her more than once complaining about how "full on" they all were. This and the fact that she actually had to wear your mother's maternity clothing all the time, as apposed to her usual dower and depressing black ensemble. Her new wardrobe now consisting of much more color. "And don't you think your mom would look pretty awesome with a lip ring?" she asked David one time, which caused you to laugh. Obviously missing her own.
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A month after the funeral, Claire was now eight months pregnant and everyone else had at least started to get used to how things were now. No longer panicking when your favorite t-shirt hadn't been washed or when you couldn't find your sneakers. Aware of the fact that your new 'mother' wasn't as quite as on the ball about these kinds of things as your real mom was. Learning to do a lot of stuff yourself, especially with her being in this condition. Finding her more often than not, watching some weird anime with David on the couch, chuckling away to one another just like old times. Which they were in fact doing right now...
"Say, uh... Claire. You didn't get a chance to iron those jeans I gave you yesterday did you?" you asked her. Interrupting their show. "I was planning on heading out to the movies with Randall and I was kind of wanting to wear them."
"Huh?" she replied, looking over her shoulder at you. "Oh. Sorry. I forgot." Not being surprised by this at all. Claire forgetting a lot these days. Your father forever telling you that it was just 'baby brain', but you had your doubts...
Yeah, cause you were too 'busy' listening to all that crappy music in David's room last night! Having heard it blaring away from the other side of the wall. The two of them having really been spending a hell of lot more time together these last few weeks. Your brother having at least partially gotten over the fact that his girlfriend was now his mom. Which was good for them you supposed, not so good for your jeans.
"You can probably just wear them anyway though," she suggested. Turning back towards the TV. "It's not like Randall is gonna notice. That guy always looks like he just got out of bed." This causing David to titter.
Finding this admittedly a little rich, her making fun of your friend's fashion sense when there she was, now a 41 year old woman (and a pregnant one at that), currently wearing a t-shirt with a brightly colored unicorn on it being impaled in the head. Warped as it was by her ever growing curves. This having apparently been a gift from David to replace one of her old ones and for lounging around the house. Not to be seen out in public in. Seeing how it wasn't exactly something that your mom wouldn't ever be caught dead in. Her friends would probably have a heart attack. Being actually kind of lucky that it stopped there. Knowing full well that if she had her way, she'd have her blonde hair hair dyed jet black and piercings all over her face. This being somewhat of a compromise.
Feeling a little defensive of your friend, you immediately responded, "Yeah well... least we're not sitting around waisting our lives watching cartoons all days. That's all you guys ever do."
"Oh, cause the mall is so cool," David groaned sarcastically. "What are you going to do there anyway, perv on girls?"
Failing to think of an appropriate comeback (due to the fact that he wasn't too far from the truth) you simply told him to shut up. Just like you always used to do when you were at each others throats. It in a way feeling kind of reassuring that you could talk to one another like this one more and were no longer pussy footing around. Having always thought that their whole angsty and depressed stick was as stupid as hell and having never been afraid to say it. The same with him and a lot of your interests. Glad then that the death of your mom and the fact that his girlfriend had now replaced had not altered that.
"Anyway, I'm going in a minute. Where's Dad?" you asked him.
"He went to take Tabitha to her sleepover and then was going to go play golf with a friend."
Thinking to yourself, Shit! There goes my hope of borrowing the car. Not really wanting to ask Claire if you could borrow 'hers'. Your dad having gotten a new one to replace the minivan to help her get around. Having numerous doctors appointments and birthing classes and such to attend and being in no fit state to do it on foot. Feeling admittedly kind of jealous. Seeing how here you were, two years older and actually learning how to drive. Yet she was the one who got the car.
So grabbing your bike instead, you left them to it and headed off towards Randall's. Finding spending time with your best friend a whole lot easier now that the whole subject of Claire's 'death' was more or less in the past. Hating having to lie. Which you'd done a lot these past few weeks. All of you had.
Not today though. Today you were going to catch a trashy action movie and have fun. Yelling out to him as you arrived at his door.
"Randall! ...Dude! ... Come on! What are you waiting for? The movie starts in like twenty minutes!" Your best friend not appearing at all ready.
"Sorry, Tim. Bad news," he told you. "I went and broke one of Alice (his uber strict and religious step-mom)'s stupid vases and now she's gone and grounded me if you can believe that. Afraid I'm gonna have to miss it."
Fuck! you said to yourself. What a bitch... Having been looking forward to this for a while now.
"Well how long is she grounding you for? I don't want to miss this, dude."
"Won't be for that long. We can probably go see it on Saturday instead if you want."
Agreeing to this and then quickly hopping back onto your bike before his step-mom overheard you and chased you away (having a strong dislike for you to), you decided to head on home. Not really wanting to go all the way to the mall now on your own and having little else to do. Figuring you could play some COD for a while instead. Arriving back at the house less than forty minutes after you'd left. Half expecting to find David and Claire still sitting in the exact same spot they had been, watching one of their stupid shows.
You didn't spot either of them though. Hoping that perhaps Claire had taken the hint and gone off to do some ironing, but you seriously doubted that would actually happen. Mind you, if your places were reversed and you were suddenly thrust into that role, you probably wouldn't want to spend all your time doing chores either. Especially not with a tiny little person now waiting to come out. Deciding that you might as well cut her a bit of slack. Assuming that they were probably listening to music again upstairs.
Heading that way yourself, towards you room, you fired of a text message to Randall to see if he wanted to play some multiplayer COD. Suddenly hearing a noise before you got there. Like a grunt or a groan or something. Followed by another, then another. Thinking to yourself, What the hell are they up to now? It sounding as it was coming from your parents room, which technically was now Claire's. Due to much more of your mom's things being in there, your father thought it would be best if she slept there and he slept in his study. There understandably being no conversation whatsoever about the possibility of them both sharing a bed. That being all kinds of wrong and your father knew it.
Still, those noises weren't getting any quieter and it most definitely sounded like a female voice that was making them. Short sharp little breaths and moans, followed by a loud yelp of "YES!" Finding yourself naturally drawn towards the noises as you noticed the door to the bedroom was ever so slightly ajar. Your first instinct being that it sounded just like someone having sex. Peering into the room then and getting the shock of your life to find...
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