Chapter 1
In the Womb
Sharing a small place with a twin is no fun. A simple kick to the face would be welcoming. Instead I get a womb mate who farts in my face and laughs about it. We can hear everyone outside of our swimming pool. Our parents keep talking about names and what they hope we are like after the birth day comes and how they won't have to rely on fuzzy pictures to see us and can actually hold us.
They're going to be shocked by this boy. He is nothing like the parents hope him to be like. On top of how smelly his gas is. Our parents are in for shock!
Oh great! It's apparently video day. The day everyone will get a clear view of us. This boy they named Vlad is acting a fool again. He has his foot in my mouth. I hear everyone talking saying how cute we are and how baby girl that's me, is sucking his toes.
NO I'M NOT! I'M BITING HIS TOES BECAUSE HE SHOVED HIS FOOT IN MY MOUTH. AGAIN!
Life outside of here is going to be soooo amazing.
At least no more stinkies in my face or a foot forcibly shoved in my mouth because Vlad thinks it's funny. Are all boys this disgusting and smelly? I hope not because we have 3 older brothers and 1 older sister plus a nephew, who talks to us every chance he gets. I really like him. I hope I don't ever disappoint him or the rest of the family. That would break my little heart if I did that.
Why are people yelling? Different people, yelling at each other. By my analysis, it has to be the oldest siblings arguing. We only have a couple of weeks until their here. We need a name. Monk likes Jennifer, I like Neve, I vote Eve, I prefer Ava plus it has more of a classic sound to it. Seems the only thing they can agree on is a middle name. Venae. Who is this name for though? Me? I have been called Daddy's Baby Girl since our first picture and Stink Butt is being called Vlad Alexander. I once heard someone outside, talk about Yin and Yang. Those names seem to fit Vlad and myself. We are different but at the same time we are the same. As soon as he's through doing cartwheels over my head I will talk to him.
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Vlad: I like having fun and aggravating
Baby Girl. Blowing stink bombs in her face. Although sometimes I gross myself out with the smell, but I love to her scream at me. She is way to serious all the time. I would never tell her but I think she is a genius and she tells me the best bed time stories.
Vlad:
Oh no she wants to talk to me. Probably wants to tell me I'm going to do something to myself that is going to hurt me again. I'm so tired of her nagging. I can't wait until she is out of here so I can swim all by myself instead of having her in my way. Although, I will miss her stories about what she hears outside. I can't hear as well as she can so she tells me what she hears. Sometimes it's exciting, other times it's boring. Hopefully I won't have to wait a long time after her to get out of here because, as much as I talk big, I think I would be scared without her. I guess I need to calm down and listen to her now.
Baby Girl:
Vlad, I heard a conversation about something called Yin and Yang. It is two different things that are different but they are the same. They balance each other out. I think that is what we are. You move all over the place, while I barely move, you love to torment me and I calm you down when you can't sleep. What do you say, when we are able to talk properly like the people outside, we call ourselves Yin and Yang. Whoever is born first will be called Yin. The other will be called Yang. Do you like that idea?
Vlad: I love it! I really do! The way you explain it, it is exactly like us. For once you have an amazing idea.
Baby Girl: Thank you Vlad. I hoped you would like it. Now please stop moving so much, before you hurt yourself or me. Come lay down and I will tell the story about our nephew Dorian and his lost Teddy bear.
Vlad: OK, but this better be a really good
story.
