An Auntie at 14.

Chapter 21! xx :) Last Chapter :(

SO, BEFORE I WRITE THIS ONE I'D JUST LIKE TO SAY THAT THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF AN AUNTIE AT 14, I'D ALSO LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE THATS READ THIS BOOK, I'VE REACHED 500 READS WHICH WAS MY GOAL SO HOPEFULLY I'LL GET 1000 AT SOME POINT! PLEASE VOTE OR COMMENT YOUR VEIWS OF MY BOOK AND WHETHER OR NOT YOU THINK I SHOULD DO A SEQUEL? THANKS AGAIN, CP x

*Three months later*

"Can you say, Pippa? Can you? No? Aw, don't worry you'll say it at some point, why don't we make it your first word huh? Yeah?" I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her forehead, three months today, weighing 5 pounds 3oz. She was a tiny little baby, and had only just come home from the hospital, but she was fighting like mad to catch up with what her normal weight should be. I cradled her in my arms and went into the kitchen, I picked up her bottle and popped it in her mouth, she sucked away happily as I went back into the lounge, dodging boxes and just about making it to the sofa. We moved in about two and a half months ago now, it was looking really good and I absaloutly loved my new room, I think I may have nearly managed to bribe Mum into letting me have a double bed. I had the space now so I wasn't letting it go to waste. However, we still lived in a world of clutter, we'd put the beds and wardrobes and everything in the right rooms but nearly everything else hadn't been touched. Mums first priority was deciding on the right colour of paint before she put everything away. Paris and Luke's main priority was doing the baby room, they'd gone shopping at least three times a week every week since we moved in, Luke suprisingly enough was pretty girly. If he wasn't at work, he was home (Oh yeah, he lives with us perimently now) looking on the internet for baby stuff, if he wasn't doing that he was examining his 'work space' and if he wasn't doing that, he was at mother care with Paris and little one. Yes, they still haven't decided on a name. Paris had read and re-read baby name books ever since she came home, and she still hadn't decided on a name and Luke was just as fussy. They both wanted a name that was different and stood out, but any sugestion made was frowned upon.

"You've got the magic touch Pip." Luke said, coming in the room to get his coffee. I looked down at her to find that she'd fallen asleep and had nearly all of the bottle. I did spend every second I could with her, when Paris had had enough of her screaming I would get up at some stupid hour to help her and it really didn't bother me, I loved being an Auntie although Mum, Luke and Paris always say I'm more of a second Mum than an Auntie, but I could live with that too!

"Still painting then?" I asked, nodding at his new apperance of paint splattered face.

"Yeah, think I might make a good decorator you know." He said leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"What happened to your Music career?" I asked.

"Well, I was thinking, I know a while ago I said that I couldn't really be a stay at home Dad but now, I really want to be here as much as possible and having any decent career in the music industry wont involve being home. I've got really close to Paris now and you and your Mum. You're like my family and I wouldn't want to leave that." He said, drinking the last sip of his coffee and putting his mug on the table. I smiled at him.

"You know for a fit bloke that was leaning on a motor bike and happy to take a stranger to a motel, you're pretty soft."

"Fit?" He asked, smirking at me.

"Paris' words not mine. Decorating sounds cool anyway, want another coffee?" I asked standing up and taking his mug.

"It's ok, I'll make it, you can put madam in the moses basket, oh and by the why, the stranger came on to me, and that wasn't my motorbike." He said and walked into the kitchen. I smiled and went upstairs, turned into Paris' and Lukes room (they are pretty much offically an item) and carefully placed her in the moses basket, wrapping her in the pink fluffy blanket I'd bought her. She stretched, yawned slightly and then went back into her curled up position.