Page 6 of A Twinmas Entanglement
Why can’t I be fucking delusional and think that maybe I do have a twin out there, it’s just not Delaney? If only we were so lucky.
Wow, I have a twin, and I’m one hundred percent certain that it’s my girlfriend. I wonder how it’s going with Delaney and her mom—well,ourmom. Jesus, I can’t wait for those DNA test results to come back, and by some miracle, we will be so wrong about us being twin sisters.
6
Delaney
Here goes nothing. Solana texted earlier and said she was entering the belly of the beast—also known as her dad’s house. I am so nervous about talking with mymamatoday. We’ve never really discussed my father, who he was, or what made them end their relationship. I can’t imagine my life without my mother. I never wanted more because she was, and still is, the single strongest woman I know. She did everything to care for me, and I didn’t want to hurt her if I asked about him. But today’s different. If not only for myself, but for Solana. I need to know who my father is.
“Mami, that smells so good. What are you making?” I ask, giving my mother a hug from behind as she flips the tortilla on the griddle. I came at the perfect time because she has made my favorite fucking meal ever. Mole with rice, beans, and a side of tortillas. I’m in heaven, and I think I should eat before we get into this.
“Pollita, ¿cómo estás?I’m making your favorite.Tienes hambre?”I swear my mother knows the way to my heart. I kiss her cheek, grab two plates from the cabinets along with spoons, and bring them to her place near the stove.(Baby chick, how are you? Are you hungry?)
“Everything looks great,Mami. Is everything ready?” I ask, looking over her shoulder and glancing at the food, and it is. Oh, fuck yeah. I can’t wait to dive in.
“Si, solo quedan las tortillas,” she replies, flipping another tortilla and setting it in the nearby bowl warmer. I grab a plate and serve my mother, setting it on the counter beside me as I repeat the motions, filling up my plate. I place our plates on the kitchen table while my mother brings the bowl warmer with some tortillas and places it beside me. I sit down, take out two tortillas, and dig in like there’s no tomorrow.(Yes, only the tortillas are left.)
“Do you want anything to drink? There’s lemonade, sweet tea, and water,” she offers.
“Lemonade is perfect,Mami,” I say, showcasing the most innocent eyes and blinking so fast, hoping to get my way and have her pour some for me. She shakes her head, returning to the stove to turn the last tortilla. I pout, rising from my seat. I hear my mother chuckle as I grasp the two glasses from our cupboard and head to the refrigerator. Snatching the lemonade, I pour some in my glass and turn to ask my mother if she wants the same when she grabs her glass and puts it underneath the spout of the lemonade, indicating for me to pour her some.
“Gracias, pollita.” She grins, kissing my cheek and gliding to the seat opposite me. I join her and we begin eating. Smiling, I store this memory in the back of my head. After tonight, I don’tknow if our relationship will ever be the same again.(Thank you, little chick.)
* * *
After many moments of laughter, washing our dishes, and sitting down to watch a movie, I decide it’s time to ask her. I can do this.
“Mami, there’s a reason I came over today. I have a question to ask you.” My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest, ready to give out as soon as I see my mother’s big brown eyes, curious about what I have to ask.
“Is everything okay? Do you need anything?” she inquires, grabbing my hands. I nod, and I scoot closer beside her on the couch.
“Everything is okay. But yes, I need something for yo—” I start before she interrupts me.
“Anything you need. What is it?”
“Quiero saber quién es mi papá.” My mother’s face morphs into many different reactions, starting with fear, shock, and lastly, sadness. I knew this was going to happen. She’s going to think she’s not enough and that I need a father in my life.(I want to know who my dad is.)
“Por qué quieres saber eso, Delaney?” she asks harshly, and I flinch. I take a moment and collect my thoughts, trying to find the right words. The last thing I want to do is hurt my mother. I have to do this right.(Why do you want to know that, Delaney?)
“I’m a big girl. I think it’s time I know some things about him. What’s his name? Does he look like me? Did you want to have more children together before you broke up?Dame algo por favor, Mami,” I plead to my mother, hoping she finally lets me in.(Give me something please, Mommy.)
When she looks at the ground and doesn’t say anything, I know I’m probably not going to get anywhere. I sigh, ready to end this conversation and just wait to find out what Solana discovered from her father. It’s not going to change what we already feel is right. We are twin sisters. And in all honesty, I don’t fucking care. I just hope Solana doesn’t, either.
I rise from my seat, but my mother grasps my wrist tightly. I turn and see the tears in her eyes fall profusely, and I feel like shit. “Perdoname, pollita. This is hard for me to talk to you about.Pero, you deserve to know. His name is Thiago Perez. He was the love of my life.Y él todavía lo es.” My mother continues pouring her heart out, but the sound of her voice fades as I sit back down.(Sorry, little chick. And he still is.)
Fuck. We’re twins. We’re twin sisters who love, fuck, and want to spend forever with each other. I can’t deal with this right now. I know Solana is going to want to break up. It’s too weird for her, especially since we are so similar. I may be way more curvier than her, while she’s slightly taller than me, but that doesn’t change the fact that we look so alike.
Shaking my head, I face my mother, clutching her hands in mine. “Gracias, Mami. Te amo. Let me sit with this, okay? I need to process all of this. I’ll call you tomorrow morning,” I whisper, tears in my eyes, ready to spill. She nods, her fingers rubbing my cheek before kissing it. I get up and walk right out the door.(Thank you, Mommy. I love you.)
My mother’s words repeat in my mind, and I can do only one thing with this information. In a couple more days, I’ll have the test, anyway. What’s the harm in waiting?
If it comes up and Solana tells me we are sisters, I’ll tell her what my mother said, but I won’t freely give up this information. Because it will change our relationship forever, and what’s a few days of ignorant bliss as a normal couple?
It’s probably not right, and I should tell Solana, but I don’t know; it’s sexy knowing I’ll be fucking my sister for the next few days before we receive our official results. It’s going to be fun.
7
Solana
