Don't Care If I Sound Crazy (A Daltiana Story)

~Chapter 80~

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"Happy release!" we exclaimed. Dalton and I kissed, and so did Taylor and Joe.

"Eww..." Imogen said and we all laughed.

"I don't wanna be a grownup, it's gross, you kiss on the mouth," she scrunched up her face and we laughed. I don't know how she's gonna react when it's time for her to find out how she was made.

This time, no one had wine, because Taylor's pregnant, and I might have to feed Imogen tonight, so the guys decided not to drink either. Taylor and Joe decided to not wait, so they also told Dalton and Imogen about her pregnancy.

"Auntie Tay, you have a baby in your tummy?" Imogen asked.

"Yeah," she smiled.

"Will I get to meet the baby?" she asked. "Yeah, when he or she is born."

"Yay!" she beamed.

"Mommy, will you have a baby in your tummy again?" she asked with hope in her eyes. She really wanted to have a sibling, but it's just too risky for me to get pregnant again.

"Mommy?"

"I-I don't know, Imogen," I answered, trying not to cry.

"Imogen, I just baked some cookies yesterday, wanna have some?" Taylor asked, trying to change the topic. Thank goodness. I wouldn't know how to answer her if she would ask more questions.

"Yes pwease."

"Thank you," I mouthed. She smiled and nodded. She took the jar filled with cookies and gave a cookie to Imogen. Thankfully she forgot about what she was asking me earlier.

"Are you okay?" Taylor asked as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I lightly nodded.

"I'll talk to her later," Dalton whispered and I nodded.

***

An hour later, we decided that it's time to go home since its now almost 10:30 pm. Imogen was asleep, so I carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. I changed her outfit into her PJs and had a quick shower with Dalton. Once we were done, we put on something to wear and went to sleep.

the next day...

Dalton's pov

We just had our lunch and Ariana was napping. Both Imogen and I were awake, so I decided that now's the perfect time to talk to her.

"Imogen, can I talk to you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"So, remember last night when you asked Mommy if she's gonna have a baby in her tummy again?" I asked her. "Yes."

"I need to tell you something. Mommy's tummy is really sick. It's hard to get a baby to grow in her tummy. Even if there's a baby in her tummy, the baby can die because her tummy is really sick."

"Oh," she said quietly.

"I know you really want to have a baby brother or sister, but please don't ask Mommy about it, she's gonna be really sad. Mommy doesn't like talking about it, because she can't have a baby," I told her and she started to cry. I pulled her into a hug and softly rubbed her back.

"I know you're upset, Imogen, and that's okay, Mommy and Daddy are upset too. We also want to have another baby, but we can't," I said to her.

"Is Mommy mad at me?" she asked.

"No, Imogen, Mommy's not mad at you, because you didn't know," I answered, "Just promise you won't ask Mommy about having a baby again."

"I pwomise," she said and I kissed her head. She snuggled onto Ariana's chest and fell asleep next to her.

an hour later...

Ariana's pov

I woke up from my nap and the first thing I noticed was that Imogen was snuggled onto my chest, asleep. Dalton was half asleep on the other side of the bed, trying his best to keep his eyes open. Noticing I was awake, he wrapped his arm around me and placed a kiss on my forehead, making me smile.

"Go get some sleep baby, you look tired."

"I'm fine, don't worry," he lightly smiled. I knew that he's exhausted, but he's just worried about me because my suicide attempt happened when he was asleep.

"I'll be okay babe, don't worry," I reassured, "I promise I'll wake you up and tell you if I have urges to cut or end my life."

"Okay baby, I'll trust you," he lightly smiled. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. About half an hour later, Imogen woke up and snuggled closer to my chest. She looked at me with puppy eyes and I softly kissed her head.

"Mommy, I want boobie," she said as she gently tugged on my top. I lifted my top and helped her position herself to my nipple. She latched onto my nipple and gently began sucking. She's starting to lose interest in breast milk. At this point, she would only want breast milk when she's sick or anxious. She didn't seem anxious but was a little pale, so I placed my hand on her forehead to see if she has a fever. Her forehead was hot.

I ran my fingers through her curls. I love her so much. I couldn't believe Dalton and I created this little angel. She looked at me in the eyes as she continued sucking on my nipple. When she was full, she unlatched herself and snuggled closer to me.

"Piccolina, are you sick?" I asked her.

"My head hurts, Mommy," she pouted. I took a thermometer and measured her temperature. 102°F, meaning she's having a mild fever. My poor baby, she's sick.

"I'll get your medicine downstairs, okay?"

"No," she pouted. I sighed and picked her up. I went downstairs and got her medicine and some water in her bottle before going back upstairs.

"Open your mouth," I said to her after measuring out the dose for her.

"No," she pouted and looked away.

"You want some blueberries later?"

"Yes Mommy."

"Okay, you can have some, but please open your mouth. This will help you feel better."

She opened her mouth and I placed the medicine in her mouth. She swallowed the syrup and drank the water I brought for her.

"Eww... it's gross," she frowned. "I know Piccolina, but it will help you feel better, I promise."

"Okay Mommy," she pouted. She snuggled closer to my chest and soon, Dalton woke up.

"Baby, Imogen's sick," I frowned.

"Poor baby," he pouted, "has she had her medicine yet?"

"Yeah, she just had it around five minutes ago," I replied and he nodded. Imogen fell back asleep on my chest. Dalton softly kissed her head.

"She said her head was hurting," I frowned.

"Let's take her to the doctor if she doesn't feel better after she wakes up," he suggested and I nodded. I snuggled closer to him and he kissed my head. This is gonna be a long day.