Chapter 4: Baking time

It's almost Spring and we're all seated in our lounge watching Netflix while Ginger purse right next to me. Him and I have become so close in the past week that he sneaks out of Colt's room around midnight and taps on my door with his claws. At first, I thought we had robbers in the house or Colt was sleepwalking or something but then I realized it was only Ginger trying to get the door to open. I now leave my door ajar just for that very reason. He always comes up on my bed and snuggles into the crook of my neck. It's a sweet gesture I've certainly grown accustomed to. I haven't yet had another snippet since the day at the pet store, but I've been having some funky weird dreams lately. I mean I dream of weird stuff like for instance last night I dreamt I was a cat just like Ginger but bigger like my 5 ft 1 height and I was chasing Ginger around the house just like Tom and Jerry but the only difference being a nasty bigger cat # me chasing after poor Ginger. I'm about to take a look at my phone when I feel another sudden migraine. This time it was quick like it came so fast and left just as fast. I sat up straight on the couch making sure to not attract attention as my family seemed to be watching the movie with such eagerness I've never seen before.

This time I hear voices in my snippet. One being of my mother and the other of a man I don't recognize. I mean his back is turned towards me, but I see my mum's puffy eyes and she pleads with him.

" You can't possibly tell me that you're seriously thinking of doing that "says my mum as she stares at the man before her eyes.

" Isabella, you know I wouldn't do anything to harm you. You know how much you mean to me, if anything my decision is the right one and it has been made and that's that." He sternly replies cutting my mum off from further conversation.

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And just like that I snap out of my short reverie. I can't help but think back to the words that man said to my mum. It seemed he was protecting her from something, but I don't know what it could be. I feel this urge to find out what it was that he was speaking about and why was my mum's eyes so puffy.

As I turn back to the movie, I see my mum's spot vacant. Mum stood up yet I didn't even notice, I guess I was so much engrossed in the snippet to even realize mum had stood up.

" Come on you lazy bunch, let's do some baking " comes my mum's voice at the foot of the lounge stairs.

We all glance her way and to my surprise Zack beats Colt and I to a reply, " Why not Mother dearest. We're coming just give me 5 mins to tidy up my popcorn and pillow mess. "

Colt and I share the same look as we look at Zack wide eyed and hold in a laugh. He glared back at us as we all got up and began tidying up the sitting room before heading to the kitchen.

Firstly, Zack hardly says "mother dearest and he thinks he dropped all that popcorn when it was actually Colt and I having a popcorn shoot while Zack was engrossed in the movie. Haha, we got him good this time lol.

We made our cake mixture and threw our batter into the oven pan while we turned around and saw the mess we had made.

This is what happened during our baking session.

" Gingerr , Gingerrr , gingerrrr come here - we're having a baking session and we're supposed to be family so come join us. " Colt called out to him.

" Sweety he's a cat, he can't bake with us, he'll only make a mess in the kitchen. Let him play with his ball okay " my mum tried reasoning with him, but as usual Zack had other ideas.

" Hey Colt, look here," said Zack.

We all glanced his way and saw poor little helpless Ginger covered in the cake mixture that we had just made.

" Doesn't Ginger look more like a stray cat now? I mean he smells of eggs and Coco and icing sugar. He definitely isn't family " laughed Zack while ginger struggled to walk in his batter mixture of chaos all around him.

Colt fumed up and took a handful of batter and balled it up before throwing it at Zack, hitting him square in the face when he looked our way after Colt had called him.

This time it was our turn to burst out in laughter. My mum couldn't contain her laughter that she too started laughing at Zacks face.

" Who looks like a stray family member noww" was Colt's reply while he grinned away at his big brother's batter smeared face.

" That's my boyyy " I first bumped the air after giving Colt a high five.

" Not my precious face boy, how else are the girls supposed to fall for me if you mess my face up huh? I am Soo coming for you and you " he said while pointing at Colt and me.

Before I could turn around and make a run for it, Zack balled up some batter and threw it hitting my freshly shampooed hair.

" The heck did you just do? I just washed my hair like an hour ago and you have no idea what I go through washing these curls " I said through gritted teeth.

He grinned at me and that just aggravated me further, I had some batter in my hand and three empty eggshells ready for war, but he was nowhere to be seen. I narrowed my eyes in search for his unruly brunette curly afro when I spotted him just behind my mother on the other side of the kitchen island. I slowly tiptoed towards him and threw a handful of batter at him, but it hit my mother square in the face.

" Waiba Regina Taylor's! Did you just hit your mother with batter square in the face?" She tried holding in any signs of laughter on her face, but I could see her dimples slightly making their presence known and just like that a batter fight began in the kitchen.

" Mummy you knocked my head sideways," cried Colt.

We all looked at him and began laughing when we saw the patch of batter on his right ear.

This went on for a good 30 mins before we made more batter and placed it in the oven pan. The cake was done, we iced it and devoured it before it could even cool down. That night I went to sleep with one thought in my mind,

"Who could that man be and why hasn't my mum said anything about my father? Could he be my father? Well, our father? ...only time will tell."

A/ N

Chpter 4 done and dusted ....

What could that snippet mean? Was it just her juggled up memory playing with her poor brain, or could it mean something more?

Wait up for Chapter 5

Hbsos~