A few chapters about Y/N Carson and Kourtney Kardashian-Carson spending time with their little princess and their only, daughter as time flies by and she Grows up.
This fic is in no way based of off real events or people, and any resemblance is comp...
A flashback to my Lav when she was 1. #TOOCUTE 💖❤️ ⬆️
Her sitting on my bed after she pretty much crawled (and followed me) into there. She once again crawled into the pantry to steal my Oreo and bang pots (lol).
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~ 29 Oct, 2022, 8:56 AM ~
Me: "Come on Kourtney I'm sorry I did not mean to cheat on you with Tatum! It was just a mistake- lies! I would never! Me and Tatum are just friends, Not even that close!"
Tears formed in my eyes as Kourtney stormed out the door with suitcases, not before tossing the wedding ring on the ground. The door slammed shut as my head drooped in shame and disappointment. The girls came in to see what all the commotion was about.
Lavender and Bianka stared before drooping their heads, clearly sullen. I got up and went on the balcony with the girls.
~ 5 Oct, 2022, 9 AM ~
I woke up in sweat and a bit of tears. Kourtney, lying next to me comforted me. Ngl, that calmed me a good bit. I kissed her on the cheek as a way of thanking her, making her blush.
Kourtney: "What happened, honey?"
Me: "Just a bad dream, that's all."
I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. I brushed my teeth over the sink while looking into the mirror, still shaken by the disturbing dream. Afterward, I proceeded to wake the girls (gently) as Kourtney got the breakfast started.
I switched on the TV, flicking through boring sitcoms and political garbage while finding my favorite show.
(Time skip to 2:50 sumn pm)
Lavender and Bianka were all over me, asking questions every few seconds and whatnot as if they were hyper. They were striving to get an outing. The girls finally calmed down and tended to themselves. Lav sat on the floor in front of me right in front of the couch and at the same time, Bianka played with her toys in the middle of the carpet. There were Hot Wheels and dolls scattered across the floor. Imagine stepping on those. I zoned out for a few seconds, thinking about that nightmare earlier. 'Why would wedivorce? Why? We never argued. Our love is still fresh as the day we met.' I snapped back to reality before the girls noticed.
And with a snap of luck, my cousin Trent called.
*Begin call*
Trent: "What's good Cars, I was just calling to tell you that we're having a get-together at the clubhouse at 3. Wanna come?"
