~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
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Moving my thumbs quickly, I flick my eyes up and hit send on the message as it makes a little swooping noise.
To: Sunshine <3 (3:21 pm)
There are so fucking many of them.
From: Sunshine <3 (3:22 pm)
So many what?
To: Sunshine <3 (3:22 pm)
Kids.
To: Sunshine <3 (3:22 pm)
Why are there so many?
I hear a distant chuckle bounce from the other side of the garden and when I look up with a small smile, I can see that Sunday is shaking her head at her phone and leaning over to show Ingrid the message I just sent.
Ingrid rolls her eyes but smiles at Sunday's laughter.
From: Sunshine <3 (3:23 pm)
It's a kid's birthday party, baby, there are bound to be a lot of kids
From: Sunshine <3 (3:23 pm)
Besides, some of them are so sweet
To: Sunshine <3 (3:23 pm)
I miss you... c'mere
From: Sunshine <3 (3:24 pm)
You come here <3
"Oi!" Roe grunts when I blindly follow her instruction and stand up from my seat beside him on the porch swing. "Were you listening to any of that?"
I stop dead on the back porch, turning around to face him and his sour frown.
"No?" I mumble. "Were you talking to me?"
"Was I talking to you?" He huffs out the rhetorical question. "Yes, I was talking to you... about something important too,"
"Oh?"
I stumble back over to the swing and slump my body back down beside him although I just wanted to be with Sunny again.
"Right, you have my full attention now,"
"Do I?" He sasses, "Or are you just going to stare at my sister again?"
I shake my head with slight embarrassment from being caught.
"No..." I whisper as I feel a rush of blood heats my cheeks. "I'm listening and I am not staring at Sunny,"
