it's a few weeks later and me and Kate are shopping for baby clothes and for her own because of the pregnancy she has gotten to big for normal clothes.
"oh my god Kate look at this one." i say and i show her a little pink dress from the baby selection.
she looks at me with open mouth and sad eyes.
"it's so cute!" she says as she walks towards me with in and hand full of baby clothes.
"but i'm not having a girl, i'm having a boy remember." she says.
"true but it's so unfair, there is more girl clothes in stores then boy clothes?" i say as i put the dress back on his place.
"true it is unfair." she says as we both walk trough the collections of baby clothes and pregnant clothes.
"do you wish you'd a girl then a boy or?" i ask as she stops and looks at some clothes.
"nah, well maybe but i'm still happy with a baby boy." she says smiling.
i smile back at her and think of her and Carlo with an baby boy.
"but because the family already has so many boys, a girl would also have been nice." i say as i pick up a blue dress and show her.
"yeah true, you still have the chance." she says and i look at her with big eyes.
"i can yes but not until i don't know just not yet." i say as i put back the dress.
she chuckles.
"we did talk about having children though." i say.
flasback
2-3 months ago
"what would you think if we found out we were pregnant like Kate and carlo found out?" i asked while i'm painting and he is writing in his journal.
i'm scared of his reaction...
"i would be fucking happy because your gonna be the best mother ever." he says as he looks up from his journal and smiles at me
i smile back at him
"we already have an house." i say as i tunr back to my painting
"yeah why don't we move in then?" he asks.
that shocked me.
it is a good question actually because he basically lives here and we are old enough to move out.
but i love my brothers i wouldn't want to leave them.
"well i think i'm not ready to let my brothers go i guess." i say.
"yeah i understand." he says as he puts away his journal.
"if we are having kids how many would you want?" i ask him as he stands up from my bed and walks over to me
"i love children but i don't care how many. it depends on you, if you want a lot i do too if you don't want that then we don't, it's your body." he says
this makes my heart melt.
"what about you darling how many would you want?" he ask as he has his hand on my waist and look at my painting
"about two or three i think." i say while i'm painting
he smiles at me.
"i love that." he says
"what if i can't get pregnant ?" i ask.
"well then we find another way to have children." he says.
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Tired of fighting
Action*NOT FINISHED* I'm tired of fighting...... AMORA!" My uncle yells while i'm trying to open my eyes. I'm sitting in a the corner of the house with head in between my legs like a ball. He is beating me up. I'm feeling pain everywhere. He is kicking m...
