(Sunday, 10:30AM, London)
There's a knock at my door, making me groan and grab Ivy tighter. Ivy giggles sleepily. "Axel! Get up! Your dad and I wanna talk to you!" Malia shouts. I roll my eyes, sitting up. "Go away!" I shout. Ivy winces at my loudness and I kiss her cheek in apology. I stand up, picking Ivy up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I walk to the door, opening it.
Malia looks at me, completely shocked. "What do you want, Malia? I'm with my girl." I say, making Ivy giggle. "You need to come downstairs." She says, turning on her heels and storming down the stairs. I chuckle, kissing Ivy's forehead. I shut my bedroom door, climbing back into bed. Ivy opens her eyes, looking up at me. I kiss her neck, nibbling on her sweet spot. Ivy moans, covering her mouth. "Baby, we need to go downstairs." She says. I growl gently. "No we don't." I say.
(12:30PM)
We head downstairs, smiling at each other as we walk into the lounge. Dad is there, sitting with Malia in his lap. I cringe at the sight. I sit down in the loveseat with Ivy, pulling her onto my lap. Sam rolls his eyes, locking hands with his new girlfriend Katelyn. Ivy frowns at them, kissing my cheek.
"So, what's the problem?" I ask. Mom looks at Dad. "You're moving to America with your dad." Mom says stiffly. "Excuse me?!" I say, surprised. Ivy grins like a maniac, kissing me roughly. I kiss her back, pulling away. "You hearing this, shorty?" I say to her. She nods. "Loud and clear, puddin'." She replies. I grin. "Cool." I say. Ivy pulls me upstairs, helping me pack quickly.
