Speak For Me

Finneas

*Cassidy POV*

"Cass, baby girl?"

"Yeah?"

It's been a week, and I'm already doing laundry, again. I used to do Corbyn and I's laundry all the time, but it was never this much, and never this often. Corbyn would always get his suits dry cleaned, so I only ever washed whatever clothes he slept in, but now, is a whole other story.

I have my clothes, all of Corbyn's clothes, and now, Charlottes clothes. I think Charlotte goes through more clothes than we do, but I can't complain when I see her cute face. She's worth it.

"When's your doctors appointment, again?" I smile at the question.

Corbyn has been trying to make it to all my doctors appointments, since it's no longer in Los Angeles, but in San Jose instead. Although he still has to be careful, since he did do a lot of business there, but sunglasses and a hat usually does him good.

"It's next Thursday!"

"Did we have plans today?" I sigh.

"No, go have fun."

This has happened everyday since Devonie's party. Corbyn has found a reason to leave, and go see one of the guys. I'm worried he's gotten bored of me, and Charlotte. He used to stay at home and be content with just the three of us, but now, since he's gone out everyday this week, I'm worried he's regretting his choices.

"What was that, baby?" I turn around, still on my knees, loading the washer, and I see Corbyn with Charlotte in the door way. He's making silly faces to get her to giggle.

"Can you just let me get this load in, then you can go?" I force a smile, as Corbyn's phone begins to ring in his jeans pocket.

"Of course, Cass;" Corbyn doesn't even look at me as he takes his phone from his pocket, quickly putting it to his ear. "What's up, Jonah?"

I turn back around, with a heavy sigh and get back to the laundry. I make sure I clear out the pockets of the sweaters and pants, taking out all the receipts and loose change so they don't end up in the washer. So far I've collected a dollar and sixteen cents. Coffee money.

"Now? Shit, okay, give me five minutes and I'll be there to get Violet." I lightly turn my head, to see Corbyn acting frantic. "Dev's in labour, I gotta get Violet." My eyes go wide as Corbyn quickly hands me Charlotte.

Dev's a week past her due date, and I know she was getting fed up carrying the heavy weight. When I talked to her yesterday, she was trying everything to induce her labour. She was drinking a lot of herbal tea, eating too much spicy food, she would drag Jonah and Violet on long walks, and she even tried getting Jonah to have sex with her. Jonah was too scared, he didn't want to hurt either her or the baby.

"Baby! I'll be right back!" Corbyn yells from the front door, before I hear it being slammed shut.

"It's just you and me for a bit, sweet girl. Let me finish this laundry, then we'll get your bag ready and head to the hospital, to see your aunty." I place Charlotte down beside me, quickly throwing in as much as I can, but still checking the pockets.

I pick up a pair of Corbyn's black ripped jeans and do a quick pat to the pockets. My eyebrows lower as I feel something hard, and it doesn't have the shape of money.

Shoving my hand into the front pocket of the jeans, my fingers wrap around a thin piece of plastic and I pull it out quickly.

Seeing a small plastic baggy, full of white powder, my head quickly snaps to Charlotte as I hide the baggy against my grey sweatshirt. Charlotte, with no idea what's going on, she chews on her fingers, with a large smile on her face. Her toothless grin always makes me smile, until I remember what's in my hand.