Author's Note: Yo yo yo it's yo home girl Kriston. Sorry just watched a show on BET so now I'm letting my inner black person out. It's not going to dang well. If you don't know what BET is then... well... it's the black channel. Not joking either. SOOOOO here is chapter 38. I actually really like this chatper, well, I really like French and cliffhangers. IT'S NOT A OBSESSION IT'S A LIFE STYLE OKAY? OKAY. So I'll post the translations at the end of the chapter. AND DON'T YELL AT ME, YOU DON'T KNOW WHOSE GOING TO DIE OKAY AND LOUIS IS JUST BEING ALL CHILL DOWN THE HALL LIKE HE DOES. Anyways, love you loads like dem toads. BUH-BYE!
Chapter 38
Reunions, Delight, And Every Other Blight.
***Jessica’s POV***
“You ready for this?” Niall said as the cab came to a stop in front of an all too familiar gated home. I couldn’t help but feel as if I was going to be sick to my stomach; giving Niall’s hand a squeeze I looked at Delylah’s sleeping form in envy. Oh how I wished I could be at peace. The small voice in the back of my head told me I wouldn’t be until I finally faced this fear:
Confronting the parents.
“They probably aren’t even home. We should come back later.”
Sissy.
Oh god not you again!
What miss me?
No, I was kind of hoping giving birth would put an end to you.
That would mean putting an end to yourself. Man you’re stupid.
That would mean putting an end to you too.
… I’m just going to go back to being the thought in the back of your head. Bye.
“Jessica!”
“Huh?! I’m awake!”
The blonde haired boy I would soon call my husband shook his head with a laugh. “Let’s go do this. You go to the gate; I’ll get Delylah and the things.”
Giving me a kiss on the cheek I opened the cab door with shaking hands. At 20 years of age I felt like I was 15 again, going home at 12 o’clock on a Saturday knowing I’d be getting a mouth full from my mother. Lectures were never my favorite things, especially when you had the mother of all hangovers.
As soon as I pressed the intercom button I felt a new fear shot up my ass like a bottle rocket. What would my parents think about Niall? Even worse, what about Delylah? I so did not want my only daughter in the same room as her grandparents why they would proceed to call her mother a whore and a bunch of other colorful names.
Oh how I could see this would be a fucking ball.
“Hullo?” A strong French accent said meaning Meh-Mea had answered the call.
“Hey Meh-Mea it’s Jessica. Can you buzz me in?”
A loud gasp came over the intercom then a sound of excitement. “Ma petite fille is that really you?”
“Yes Nounou it is. Now can you open the gate? I have two other visitors with me.”
“Of course mon chéri. I am sad to say but your maman and papa won’t be home till later today.”
“That’s fine.”
The gates slowly opened as Niall walked toward me with Delylah swaddled in his arms. The suitcases lay forgotten on the side walk behind us, the cab long gone down the road.
“I didn’t know you spoke French.”
Smiling up at him as he handed me our daughter I shrugged. “Not fluently. Meh-Mea was my main nanny growing up. She moved from France and began working for my parent’s almost immediately after she got here. She taught me a few things growing up.”
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