Hey guys, here's Chapter 38! I hope you enjoy it. I'm trying something new here, I hope you like it. Please let me know! Like I've said before, I read every message and comment that I receive, and I appreciate all of them. Please note that I've kept this chapter in Group Sex only because that is where I've been posting the story and I don't want anyone to miss a new chapter. Not all chapters will actually have group sex in them. Sorry there isn't much sex this time around, but it didn't seem to fit in. If you're just looking to get off, this might not be the chapter for you! As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
~Kayla~
All of my closest friends have hospital stories. Marcia getting her tonsils taken out, then being able to eat nothing but ice cream for a month. Ashley having her arm set after a bike accident, I remember all of us signing the cast. Hazel meeting her baby brothers for the first time, holding her siblings in her arms and cooing at them.
These stories all have happy endings. My friends' stories all indicate that hospitals are a place people go in hurt, but come out better. Or where they first meet their new family members. Or where they flirt for the fist time, with a boy with a broken leg.
I have a hospital story of my very own. No, it isn't of me being sick or hurt, or of me meeting a new sibling. My hospital story is of the worst day of my life. Worse even than my experiences with Keith. My story doesn't end with ice cream, or healing, or with adorable babies. It ends in death.
Eleven Years Earlier
"Time to wake up, Kay-Kay!" a woman's voice coos softly.
I open my eyes and look up into Mommy's smiling face. Her blue eyes are shining with happiness as she gazes down at me. I'm snuggled up under the blanket, holding a stuffed pink bunny rabbit. Mommy leans in and kisses my forehead, making me giggle. She then pulls my pink blanket off and playfully starts tickling my sides. I laugh and squeal, struggling to escape as Mommy's long raven hair hangs down and lightly touches my face.
"Mommy!" I screech as I kick my feet.
"C'mon, Cutie, let's go. Breakfast!" Mommy says before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.
I hop out of bed, my bare feet landing on the hardwood floor. I'm wearing pink pajamas in my pink room. I'm a girl, and I'm proud of it! Mommy takes my hand and leads me over to the vanity she has set up for me.
Sitting at the vanity in Mommy's lap, I smile happily as she softly sings to me while brushing my hair. The same dark hair as Mommy. I love that I look so much like her! Except for my eyes, I have Daddy's green eyes.
"Where's Daddy?" I wonder. Mommy and Daddy always wake me up together. We're a family.
"He got an important call about work." Mommy answers as the brush runs through my hair.
"But it's Sunday!" I whine.
"I know, he won't be long." she promises.
"He's always working." I pout.
It's true. Daddy works all the time! I hate it! I know I'm being selfish, Daddy always makes time for me. Still, Mommy doesn't work anymore, Daddy shouldn't have to either! Mommy explains it to me though, she says that Daddy loves his job, and he's the reason we are able to move into this huge house. I think she calls it a mansion.
We move a lot. This is the third time! Mommy promises this is the last move. The mansion is our forever home. I remember nodding and asking if I'll ever get a sibling. Mommy has tears in her eyes, and says that they are looking into finding a baby that doesn't have a home. I still don't understand why Mommy doesn't want to grow another baby in her tummy.
"He is getting a lot more people to work for him, he'll have more time for us soon." Mommy insists.
"Okay." I grump.
Mommy brushes my hair for a few more minutes, singing to me the entire time. Then she puts my dark hair into the cutest pigtails. I feel so pretty! I smile happily at my reflection before hopping out of her lap.
Taking Mommy's hand, I walk with her down the hallway until we reach the biggest living room in the house. It's gigantic! Also, as soon as we walk in, I see him. Daddy! I squeal and run up to him, my arms outstretched as I go in for a hug.
"Hi, baby girl!" Daddy grins as he bends his knees and pulls me into his arms.
"Why don't you two relax, I'll make breakfast." Mommy offers.
"Thank you." Daddy replies.
Daddy and I cuddle on the couch for a little while and he reads me a story. I love cuddling with Daddy. No matter how busy he is, he makes sure we get our morning cuddles in. I smile and close my eyes as Daddy reads. Yeah, I can read on my own now, but I still enjoy being read to.
After Daddy finishes the chapter, the two of us head into the dining room. Mommy has a nice breakfast set out for us. There's a plate for me, and I sit in my usual spot as Mommy and Daddy sit down as well. We start eating, all three of us enjoying Mommy's amazing cooking.
Mommy and Daddy are talking about Daddy's work while I eat scrambled eggs. I don't understand what they're saying. Big words about things that mean nothing to me. I'll get it soon, though. I am seven years old, after all!
The eating and talking continues, and soon Mommy and Daddy are asking me about school. I tell them all the latest gossip. They're both smiling at first, however, Mommy soon makes a face and places her hand over her forehead.
"Another headache?" Daddy asks in a concerned voice.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." she replies.
"I really think you should see a doctor." Daddy comments.
"Steven!" Mommy hisses. "Not in front of Kayla!"
"Right, sorry." he sighs.
"Are you okay, Mommy?" I wonder.
"Never better, Kay-Kay." Mommy smiles.
"Okay, good!" I respond before taking a sip of my drink.
"Do you want some aspirin?" Daddy offers Mommy.
"I'm fine, Steven. Don't worry about me." Mommy insists before turning to face me. "Do you wanna go shopping for your Halloween costume after breakfast?"
"Yeah!" I say excitedly.
Halloween is just a couple of weeks away! I can't wait; I love candy. Plus, Halloween is Mommy's birthday. She's so lucky to be born on candy day! Mommy is so old though, she says she's gonna be thirty! I can't imagine being that old. I ask her if she remembers the dinosaurs, and she calls me a brat.
"Did you decide what you wanna be?" Daddy asks.
"Not yet, Daddy." I answer, shaking my head.
We finish breakfast and I help Daddy clean up while Mommy relaxes with a cup of coffee. I don't understand why adults drink coffee. I remember begging Mommy to let me try it. Gross! Biggest mistake of my life!
Once the table is clear, Mommy and Daddy head into the big bedroom to shower and dress. They both remind me to brush my teeth. I just roll my eyes. I'm seven, not two! I know how to brush my teeth without being told.
I enter my bathroom to shower and brush my teeth. Then I get dressed in the clothes Mommy has out for me. I am able to put my hair into pigtails without Mommy's help, which I do. Then I'm ready for the day!
My parents take me to a store that specializes in Halloween. It's only open for the season. We shop around for awhile, until I find the scariest witch costume. I try on the black robe and conical hat. It even comes with my very own broomstick!
