Me and Tom are only 17, so this did not make the fact that we were parents great. But don't get me wrong, I think we are doing okay.
The sound of the baby whaling woke me up from my much deserved deep sleep. I could hear the sound of Tom in the distance shushing him.
I rolled out of the bed and maneuvered through the cramped tour bus behind Tom. He sensed me behind him and turned around. "He won't stop." Tom groaned; his under eyes a deep shade of maroon.
"Cmon ziggy." I said reaching out for him as Tom placed him in my arms. Our little boys name is zyan, but we prefer to call him ziggy.
As I wrapped my arms around him, I placed one hand on the back of his head. I rubbed his back as he passed out into my arms.
"What??? Are you magic?" Tom said in a confused manner. I shrugged my shoulders as I put ziggy back into his crib, closing the bedroom door behind us as we walked out.
For the next few weeks we are on tour and it's kind of difficult having 7 people in one tour bus. Luckily the guys had left us to run errands so they would not have to suffer.
Just as the crying had been controlled me and Tom took a seat. We sighed in relief until the door swung open. "We're back!" Bill shouted, throwing his arms in the air.
As a result the baby began to cry again. Bill put his hand over his mouth and gasped. "Oopsie..." Me and Tom let out a loud sigh and I placed my head into the palm of my hand.
"Here comes uncle bill!" He announced walking into the bedroom.
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Sorry for being inactive lately lol
Also we are almost at 5k wtfffff
