Now what? (T.C)

3.2

Tea's pov.

Hayes and I are screaming out lyrics to Life of the Party because it's on the radio. Matt is laughing his ass off at us.

"You know, I know the singer." He winked at me.

"Really? So do I babe." I laughed.

"Me too!" Hayes joined in on my laughing.

"I knew him first!" Matt pleaded.

"We're best friends." I flipped my hair dramatically.

"So? Your mine." He grabbed my hand.

"Ew no PDA in the car please. Once I'm feed, you guys can go upstairs and do all you want." Hayes said.

"Quietly." He added.

I laughed at how Hayes reacts. He's so mature, when he needs to be anyways, and it's awesome.

"No promises." Matt smirked.

"Well you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant." I smirked back.

"So I'll be an uncle of 3 at 15." Hayes said.

"Hey! We ain't the ones who started it." I defended.

"So do you know what it is?" He asked.

"No. I just took a test today but I think I'm about 2 months." I turned so I could see him better.

"It's going to be a girl." Matt nodded.

"What if I want a boy?" I glared at him.

"Well let's just hope it isn't twins." Matt pulled into our yard.

I thought about that for a second.

Two sets of twins. Nope.

Matt got out and I went to open my door, but he beat me to it.

"What y'all sucking up for?" I got out.

"Me? Sucking up? What?" Matt raised his eyebrows at me.

"Sweetie. Hayes is here and your not getting any anyways."

I took his face in my hand and tapped his cheek as I finished my sentence.

"I'm cock-blocking." Hayes laughed.

I walked away from Matt and unlocked the door.

"Don't mind the mess." I said to Hayes as I moved some stuff around so he could sit.

"Do you need help unpacking?" He asked.

Matt came in.

"No. I'll do it later. There not much to put away. Thanks though." I turned on the tv.

"Here. I'll make some thing to eat." I threw the remote at him.

"What does my baby want for supper?" Matt scared me by picking me up.

"Put me down Espinosa." I laughed.

He set me down on the island.

"So what do you want." He kissed me.

"Do we have frozen pizza?" I asked.

"Don't think so." He checked the freezer.

"Nope. The boys ate all 4."

"Shit. Well do we have pasta?" I asked.

He checked the cupboards.

"No. I need to talk to the guys about restocking."