Chapter 31: Babysitting

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Falling In Love With Hollywood's Golden Boy

Chapter 32: Babysitting

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And I'm sorry for taking so long to update. I've bee really busy and I know that no escuse but I'm still very very sorry. Love y'all and I really enjoyed writing this chapter!! Hehe :D

PICTURE OF LEAH AND PRESTON ON THE SIDE!!!-------->>>

SONG: IT'S TIME (GLEE VERSION) ON THE SIDE!!!--------->>>

BTW. THERE'S LIKE 10 CHAPTERS LEFT.

Maddie's POV

Yup. I'm officially a loser.

Why, you ask?

Because I'm on babysit duty on a friday night.

Yup. Sucks to suck doesn't it?

I might love these little monsters to death but damn, they're hard work.

“Maddie!!!!!! Preston pooped!!” Leah, my oh so favorite six year old, screeched from upstairs.

“Ughh!!!” I groaned out load and stomped my way back upstairs.

“Didn't he just poop like five minutes ago?” I asked her.

“Yes” She said simply.

I narrowed my eyes at her before making my over to a stinky baby.

I picked him up and brought him over to my bed after putting a towel under him, so I wouldn't get poop on my new comforter.

I grabbed a new diaper and wipes before taking off his clothes.

And then he just randomly started laughing.

“Oh, you think this is funny, little man?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Well” I leaned in close to his face. “I can assure that this is not funny at all.” I said in a teasing baby voice which made him laugh even harder.

So after I had changed him, I set him down on my floor to continue playing with his race-cars and superheros. And then I heard music blasting throughout my house and a 6 year old singing along to it.

I would go a thousand miles for your love,

I would walk around the world for you,

Just for you to seeeeee,

I'll love you for eternity.

Oh not this song. I whined in my head.

“Leah! Turn the music down!” I yelled throughout the house.

“NO!” She yelled back.

“Why not?!” I asked.

“BECAUSE DREW PARKER IS MY HUSBAND! THAT'S WHY!” She exclaimed back at me, now walking into the room.

“Drew Parker doesn't know you.” I told her.

“Yes, he does. He know's that I'm a fan.” She defended.

“Noooo, he doesn't.” I said.

“And how do you know, huh?!” She asked.

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