A/n: I come in peace, with a peace offering of course. (A short one but more coming soon):
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Kylie's POV
I'm not sure how much longer I can wait at this point. I love being pregnant, but I hate what comes alongside it.
The morning sickness.
The back pain.
The mood swings.
The cravings.
The sex drive—well, actually, I don't mind that one.
But overall, I just feel so tired, even though I didn't do much because Y/n took care of everything he could. I still felt a little tired.
Tonight, my family was coming over to see the house and visit us for the first time. I even asked Y/n's aunt to bring his dad over as a surprise.
Y/n was and always will be a daddy's boy. I'm absolutely sure that's where Stormi takes it from. His dad was arrested when Y/n was only eight years old, but they never lost their connection.
Y/n went to see him as often as he could and called as well. Every holiday and birthday, he'd make time to call his dad so he didn't feel left out.
So I was a hundred percent sure he was going to love the surprise. I didn't have to worry about someone ruining it. I mean, we're in a whole different continent for God's sake.
Y/n's mom was—something.
After Y/n's dad got arrested, she abandoned Y/n at his aunt's place and went around doing drugs and all that. When Y/n turned 15, he stopped wanting anything to do with her, and when he got fame, she was right behind him trying to get something, but he immediately shut that down.
I've had my fair share of run-ins with her, and they weren't so—pleasant.
FLASHBACK - Feb 1, 2018
Kylie's POV
"She looks nothing like you," I remarked.
"Yes, she does. She got my ears," Y/n countered.
"And?"
"We just have to wait and see."
"That's okay, baby. The next one can look like you," I reassured him.
"When's that?"
"In a few years."
"I just know she gonna look like me soon, aren't you Stormi?" Y/n cooed at the newborn as she lay against his chest while they performed skin-to-skin. He was already so obsessed with her; I just knew Stormi was going to be a daddy's girl.
"Kylie? Y/n?" We looked up at the door and saw Mom peeking in.
"Oh, you wanna hold her?" Y/n offered my mom.
"That's okay. Y'all continue bonding. There's just someone here to see y'all, and I'm not sure how you feel about it," Mom said, looking directly at Y/n.
"Who is it?" Y/n inquired.
"Your mom is here," Mom revealed.
It was quiet for a while. I could feel the tension brewing, and I think Stormi felt it too because she started letting out little whimpers.
"I don't think–" Y/n began.
"Baby," I interrupted.
"I know you don't want her here, but maybe she just wants to see her granddaughter," I suggested.
"Yeah, no, that's not what she's here for. She didn't even come to my wedding, and now–" Y/n started to express his reluctance.
"Just one last chance," I pleaded.
