A White Moon

Adorabella, 7 years old Mother and father told me weeks ago about the baby in mothers’ belly, it felt like my little sister would never get here. “Mother! When does she get here?” I wanted her here now. Like when they told me it was a girl. “Soon Adora. She will get here when she´s ready to come out.” She said as Ryker screamed and tried pulling her hair while climbing all over her lap. My two other annoying brothers, Anton and Atticus, made themselves obnoxiously heard and noticed by throwing lego bricks at me and mother, then they started yelling for no apparent reason. “Dora. Play!” Anton demanded. “NO! Uuuuuuuuuuh!!!!” I stomped my feet as I made my way to my room. Three weeks later, the day before my 8th birthday mother, finally, went to the pack hospital. She stayed away for two days. Even though she missed my birthday and my party I was ecstatic! Finally! My baby sister would be here! When my father got home, on my birthday, he walked straight into his office, closed the door and left me and my brothers alone outside with our nannies. My nanny Tessa told me that our baby sister was indeed born on my birthday- but why wasn’t my father happy? He had been so happy when he left with mother? When mother came home the day after with the baby, I ran downstairs to meet her. But when she saw me, she was not her happy usual self. She gave the baby to the new nanny omega behind her and walked into her bedroom and closed the door. I followed the nanny with the baby into the new babyroom. I looked down at the little baby girl and was in awe. The curls on top of her small head were almost white, her skin was so pale, and she had tiny lips that had mirrored my own. When her eyes opened, they were this pale icy blue color that bound me to her. They seemed to stare into my soul. Not begging, but demanding my love. “She. Is. Beautiful.” I said to myself before I gently picked her up and sat in the rocking chair. With three younger siblings I knew how to support a baby’s head. I sat there with her for hours. My brothers and I looked exactly alike. Black hair, midnight blue eyes and light but not pale skin. She on the other hand did not, she was one of a kind, and she was so tiny.. The following weeks mother only went into the baby’s room when father was not home. When he was, she would always let the nannies take her. I didn’t understand why she did what she did, she did most everything herself with Ryker. If we bigger kids scratched our knees she washed the scrapes herself, when I had bad dreams she sat with me until I fell asleep. Why was my babysitter not included? “Mother” I said one day when it was just me, her and my babysister. “What’s her name?” I was referring to the baby in her arms. I never heard either mother or father give her one. She sighed heavily. “Your father hasn’t given her a name; you know he has his tradition to do it himself.” “I like Rochelle.” I said. Mother looked up at me surprised, then she said with a smile “I love it.” When my father got home that day I knocked on his office door and waited for him to call me in. “Come in Adorabella-“ “Father-“ I said as I closed the door. He met my eyes. He wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t angry or upset so I took my chance in asking my question- “I was wondering what the baby’s name is?” His reaction was immediate. His eyes went cold and his mouth thinned out to a straight line. He was not pleased that I asked this question. To try to alleviate his dissatisfaction with my question, I quickly but quietly let my suggestion slip out while looking down at my feet. “Rochelle.” When he did not answer, I slowly looked back up at him. He looked out the window. “I like Rochelle.” I said a bit louder. He turned, looked at me, sighed, opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked like he would dismiss me but then he waved his hand in the air. “Fine.” Was all he said. The next day father announced our sister's name. Her name was Rochelle Maya Black. Mother looked relieved for the first time in weeks. When everyone dispersed mother went into fathers office. My brothers went with their nannies out in the garden. Rochelle’s nanny went into the nursery with her. I was about to walk to my room when I heard my father through the open window. “That! Out there! It was a mistake, Rowena! Naming a freak of an accident like that. We should have left it in the woods. I will never love it. The boys are my everything. They are my focus.” I stopped. Father did not just say that! “What about Adorabella, Allan?” mother asked, she sounded so sad. “What do you mean? She is a true Black.” My father snapped back. That was enough for me, I turned on the spot and went to the nursery. There I dismissed the nanny, picked up Rochelle and when the nanny was gone, I kissed my baby sisters head and softly whispered “I will always be here for you Elle. Always.”