Note: Nudity warning! We get some “Tobi tushy” in this one! XD after describing a particular moment in this chapter, I couldn’t help but take a screenshot of it… 😛
I don’t think I can decide who I’m more annoyed with right now – Stefan or the kids.
It’s a tough call.
I guess I should cut the kiddos a little more slack. I mean, they’re only six. But they really should know better than to go barging into our room like that.
We’ve been getting even more strict about it lately, ever since Lucas walked in on Lettie and I when we were, well… in kind of a, um… compromising position…
Thank God he’s still too young to really know what he was seeing. But still.
So now we are ALL about knocking on doors and staying out of bedrooms without permission. And they’ve been doing a pretty good job of it, until today…
I just can’t believe they had to go and make it worse by finding that stupid old baseball card.
And now Stefan’s blowing this whole thing out of proportion. As always.
He’s making all these dumb accusations – that I “hid” the card from him, and should have shown him years ago. He’s acting like this is some horrific betrayal or something.
This is exactly why I never showed it to him in the first place.
I mean sure, I can see a little resemblance there. I think I spent longer than I’d like to admit studying this guy’s face back when I first found the card. I was kinda… drawn to it, y’know? I’m not quite sure what made me keep it. I always told myself it was because it was Nora’s Bruder, but…
I dunno. It was all just some stupid fantasy, I guess. I almost fell for it… And now Stefan definitely has – hook, line, and sinker.
But I know now that it was all just wishful thinking – like that stupid game me and Stefan used to play when we were kids. I still remember how I used to dream that my Papa was a pirate, or a superhero… So damn stupid. And I’m not about to add “celebrity athlete” to the list.
I gave up on finding my biological Vater a long time ago. I mean, we don’t even know where to start anyway. And we already have a Papa. Jonas has done so much for us. He’s always loved us like we’re his own kids. Hell, as far as I’m concerned, we are his kids.
Why would I need anything more than that?
But I guess it’ll never be enough for Stefan. And now he just won’t shut up about this Yuen guy. Ridiculous. It’s not like this is the only blonde white guy in the world with a smile that vaguely looks like Stefan’s.
He’s just seeing what he wants to see.
Stefan needs to learn to just let it go. Leave it alone, y’know? But this is my Bruder, so I know he won’t. Not until he ends up disappointed… Again.
And I’m not looking forward to dealing with what’ll happen when he does.