I Dont Even Know What To Call It

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It's not like Layla wasn't happy, she just wasn't.....all for the idea of having two babies at the same time. And then came the mood swings.

"Everything was supposed to be perfect, I only wanted two kids Mike, two, but now I have to have three......it won't be perfect" She cries, sobbing into her knees. Layla always knew what she wanted, and she knew exactly how she wanted it to, which is why I felt a bit sorry for her. But it was slowly sinking in that I finally had an actual life, I have a successful life, this is real. And now I'm gonna have three little babies, which I personally think is cool.

"Why won't it be perfect? You still have me, you'll always have me, and we'll have our little babies" I say softly, laying my head on her lap and looking up at her. She laid her head back, and let out a sigh, her hand on my stomach. Her thumb brushed over my shirt softly, making me relaxed, and I felt another hand grab mine. A much smaller one. I looked to the side, and smiled, at the little girl staring at me.

"Hi...." She says with a small smile, giggling.

"Hey babe" I chuckle back, and she laughed, her cheeks turning pink. I pick her up, sitting her on my stomach, and holding both her hands. She spread her arms out to come into me, and I caught her, holding her down for a hug.

"Yeah....everything's gonna be fine" She sighs, and gives a small smile. I nodded in agreement, and let my little girl sleep on my chest.

SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER, BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE UP SOON!!!!!

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