All Chapters of Joanabe, your child: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THIRD PERSON POV *BEEP**BEEP* Joanabe's eyes open slowly, and she scans through the room. She looks at her arms with dextrose attached. She heavily sighs when she turns her head to the right. There is a woman on her side, sleeping like a log.  She shakes the sleeping body, and its response a hum. The woman stretches her body and looks Joanabe sadly. Joanabe stretches her body. She positions herself in front of the woman beside her. A tear fall on her face as she says the word, "Mom." **SLAPS** Her mother's eyes reflect anger and scold her, "Joanabe! Why did you do it? How DARE you do it! You don't know what I feel. I was so worried about you. You didn't bother to contact me for months, and now I see you like this!"  Joanabe cries and pleads to her Mom, "Mom! I am so sorry, please, forgive me. I do not know what to do anymore. I

THIRD PERSON POV It's been two months since Joanabe passes away. Cheryl breastfeeding her two months old baby as she feels the pain in her nipples. **BITE**BITE** Joanabe, Joenabell rather, is busy biting her mother's nipples instead of drinking her milk. *WINE TASTE BETTER THAN YOUR MILK BLURGH! WHAT A SHAME CHERYL* Joanabe thinks while continuing her business. "Baby? Do not like mom's milk? You've been biting my nipples since your first breastfeed," Cheryl looks at her daughter's blue eyes, carrying her close to her chest, and sends kisses to her daughter's cheek due to her adorableness.  Joenabell lets go of her mother's breast and shake her head. She keeps swinging her little arms in her face. Cheryl is surprised by her daughter's response to her and thinks that her daughter understands what she was asking.  *I MISS MY MOTHE

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV "Joenabell, are you still awake?"  Cheryl asks me, holding me close to the chest, and I pretended to sleep by closing my eyes forcibly, so  I hope she won't notice it. I don't really want to get caught for this. This is exciting. I wonder what kind of mother Cheryl would be since she always loves children compare to me, but what do you know, I become her daughter, f***k this. "So cute! You look like your father while you are sleeping innocently." Cheryl couldn't hide her feeling of the delight of having a child. I feel that I already hated myself for looking like a carbon copy of my father's sleeping face. I wouldn't want to look like him if I had the chance. I rather, take Cheryl's face voluntarily. "Sweet dreams, my baby." She kissed my forehead but-- "BWAH!" I started saying random things that my mouth

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV "Are we ready to go?" Kane asks and breaking us that's hugging each other. "I'll take care of the dishes. Have a safe trip." Karene says while cleaning the dining table and heads to the kitchen. "Thank you, Karene," says Kane. Kane was standing behind Cheryl. I did not notice him, so as Cheryl. She is startled by him. "Anyways, yes, we are ready," Cheryl said calmly while wiping her extra tears on her cheeks. I am still teary from earlier.  Kane grabs Cheryl's cheeks to wipe her tears softly. *HUMPH!* I feel like third-wheeling here. Now I know that they did not let me go with them every time they went out on their daughter's birthday, so that is the reason why they always went out.  To buy some flowers for me and go to my tomb to visit me. I

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV "Daddy I am hungry," I said in confidence with my bright smile I just want to tease them since they are spoiling their daughter, so I want to take advantage of this opportunity. "Where do you want to eat? Fastfood chains?" Kane asks me seriously. "Honey, we can bring Joenabell in our favorite restaurant," Cheryl said in enthusiasm, clapping her hands, and smiles brightly in her seat. *WOW! I AM A CERTIFIED THIRD WHEEL SINCE I DO NOT FEEL LIKE THEIR DAUGHTER.*  I am guessing their favorite restaurant is Diner Casimir. "Diner Casimir, It is," Kane nods while watching his wife happily. *BINGO! I KNEW IT. YOU BROUGHT ME THERE ONCE KANE, BUT IT IS JUST THAT YOU TOLD ME SOMETHING THAT BREAKS ME INTO PIECES THAT I MISSED TO EAT A FOOD THERE.* "Okay!" I said in a pitchy voice as little kids do to

THIRD PERSON POV The loud chirping birds outside wake Joenabell up. She rubs her eyes and stretches her body. Her hands wander in the bed until she touches something hard yet smooth. She looks down to see what she traced. "AH!!!" She screams louder than her normal voice. "Joenabell, what's wrong?" The person besides her asks. "Mommy!" Joenabell squeals. "What's with the scream early in the morning, baby?" Kane asks to Joenabell while his half body is exposed. *OH MY GOD! WHY YOU LOOK LIKE A MEAL IN BED KANE!* Joenabell looks so astonished at her father's display of the body. She drools over his body.  "Mo-mommy! Why daddy sleep half-naked?" Joenabell points at her father Kane's abs. "Why not? Joenabell? I feel comfortable sleeping like this," Kane simply answers his daughter's questio

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV Karene is surprised and is caught off guard by my sudden question. "Why are you asking an odd question like that, Joenabell?" She balances the mop from the wall to the ground.  "I am just curious," I said looking down at the ground. "Life is too short, I believe, but if I ever get the chance to live twice, I will not do the things I regret the most in my life again." I look at Karene's sincere face. Her eyes show certainty.  I wish I can do what she said. "What did you regret the most in your life, Karene if you do not mind me asking?" We maintain our eye contact and her eyes become teary. "I-I left home to work without saying goodbye to my parent because I want to be independent I thought I can stand on my own, but it sucks to say that I am not." She cracks up speaking in her voice and covers her eyes fr

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN- FRIENDS THIRD PERSON POV Joenabell (Joennabe) remains standing in the spacious hallway full of painting on the wall. The hallway is too quiet for her to hear her breathing. She panted hard in panic. Her eyes travel in the different paintings from portraits to landscapes in the hallway. She gets distracted by the view. She feels not looking for Leonel Relish. Joenabell ends up watching every painting hanging on the wall. She looks at the painting of a lady in the wall in her white lace dress. The woman in the painting is in a back view.  She gets drawn by the lady painting in the wall that makes her extend her hands to reach out to her despite being short in height.  "So you finally like one of the paintings here," Leonel leans to whisper in her ears. Joenabell response by the hot breathing in her ears. "Where h

Joanabe (Joenabell) POV I smirk happily that Leonel starts eating the cereal with me. He never notices my glances on him because he seems to be enjoying his time eating the cereal. He is the type of person who acts as he hates it but deep inside of him, he likes it.  The sound of the crunchiness of cereal in our mouth becomes perceptible in this rectangular table. The cereal has one scoop left so I offer it to him, "Leonel you can have rest of the cereal because I'm good." "No, you can have it you were hungry." He insists. "No, you can have the last scoop you were drooling on it." I tease. He blushes, "No, it is yours. I won't take it." Leonel puts his spoon on the table not wanting to eat the last scoop of the cereal. "I invited you to eat with me so be my guest," I stand my ground. He sighs heavily, "I can't ea

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV *WHAT DID I JUST SAY TO HIM?!* I can mentally facepalm my face. He will be suspicious of me. I can't let him think like that of me. Come on, think of a reason or something, Joanabe. "What did you say?" Leonel looks confused and I was starting to panic, but thankfully he did not hear me enough even though our distance to each other is so close. "The painting reminds me of someone my mom and dad hold dear." My eyes start to avoid his eyes from staring at me. "Joenabell, look at me in my eyes." Leonel removes his hand in my wrist and touches my cheeks to force my face to look at him straight. "Leonel, what the matter?" I ask, and he squeezes my cheeks that pouted my lips at him. "You, you engross me of you," he remains to squeeze my cheeks that it pains my face.  "Leh meh goh," I cannot speak