Rules of Friendship | 18+

𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘳 ♡

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦

➵➵➵➵➵➵➵♡➵➵➵➵➵➵➵

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳

My backpack landed in the entryway with a thud, the white paper bag crinkling with our dinner as I stepped further into the place we called home. "Baby?" I called, setting the bag on the counter as I looked at the baby stuff surrounding my living room. It was never-ending. With Ms. Parks, Todd, and Mr. Parks dropping things off nearly every day, my life has been a whirlwind of building furniture, and multiple trips with Sam and Bucky to the recycling bin. My mother and her new boyfriend were no help either, baby clothes were spilling over the edge of everything, and we don't even know what we're having yet.

Serenity was at the top of the landing as soon as she heard my voice, a giant smile on her lips as she looked at the white bag, "Is that the pasta from Marcellos?"

"Of course," she squealed as she ran down the stairs, throwing herself into my arms. This is the reason why I continue to do whatever she asks. Anything, and I mean anything she wants I give, because I would do criminal things to keep that smile on Serenity's beautiful face, my girls beautiful face. "I went after class, I saw the seven text messages saying you needed it."

"Me and the baby need it!" She countered, giving me the cutest pout I couldn't help but kiss away.

"That's not going to get you everything."

"No," Serenity grinned as she opened up the bag, pulling out a piece of French bread, "But it'll get me most things and that's what's important."

I slapped her ass gently, her loud squeal and laugh following after. "It's a damn good thing you're cute," I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her waist, thumbs instantly stroking the small baby bump she was sporting, "Because you sure do have an attitude."

"You love me."

"That I do baby," I kissed her temple, "That I do."

I let go of her briefly to turn around and grab two plates from the cabinet, set them on the counter, and helped her put the pasta on both. This was one of my favorite things about living with Serenity, the ease of our lives, of our conversations. At dinner time, I talked to her about her classes and listened to anything she had to say. We rarely saw each other during the day and only got a few texts in before we were pulled in different directions.

With Serenity, I understood the reality that being with someone who understands you from every angle, was worth all the trouble it took to get there.

And I was thankful for everything, all the trouble, all the waiting that landed Serenity in my bed that night a few months ago. Because my life had taken a turn for the better. I may have been on a volatile path before then, but Serenity became my lighthouse in a roaring sea, the constant pillar of strength when I was so weak. And now, not only was she the love of my life, but she was also the mother of my child.

"Todd brought by one of those bouncer things," Serenity explained, pouring herself a glass of iced tea and getting a beer for me, "I think it's like the third one they've bought, we need one for upstairs, we had one from downstairs that Sam and Bucky bought," Serenity slid onto the barstool in front of me, sipping on her drink, "Do we want to have one for our parent's house? Or are we just going to donate the other two?"

"I think mom has one for her place, do you want one at your dad's and your mom's?"

Serenity sighed, taking the plate of pasta when I slid it across the island to her, "I would like them to stop buying something to outbuy the other," She murmured, taking a bite of the food and humming appreciatively, "We haven't even figured out what we're having yet and we have so much baby stuff I'm losing my mind."