**** READ 'ON THE ROCKS' BEFORE 'WITH A TWIST'****
She gave up everything for the freedom of others.
She is their everything.
Need I say more?
Started: 26/5/24
Book cover background photo: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/8514686788211780/
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"No, she'd fucking hate that one, idiota," I slap the back of Dawson's head.
He's holding up a small, truly hideous baby grow with obscenely, large flowers covering it. To make it worse, frills are attached to every seam.
"Alright, you pick something then," he glares at me and puts the outfit back.
I scan the hangers, my lips pursing as my eyes run over every tiny outfit for sale.
"This one," I pull a small, pastel pink onesie from the rack. It's decorated with small pink bows, not too many or little.
"Whatever, let's go," Dawson turns around and storms off, leaving me holding the outfit whilst grinning like an idiot.
I won.
He just can't admit I was right.
We go to the checkout and ignore the woman as she tries to flirt with us, despite the fact we're buying a baby outfit, which clearly states we are taken.
Throwing the bag in the car, Dawson begins to drive us home, only for me to receive a text from Atlas as we pull into the driveway.
"Atlas says we need to go get some supplies from the shop," I groan.
"Why can't he? The fucking lazy ass..." Dawson curses Atlas out and I roll my eyes.
"Apparently, hazel is crying because we don't have the food she's craving in the house," I squint at the message and blink my eyes in shock, "pickled cucumbers and dark chocolate."
"She's crazy," he mutters as he reverses out of the driveway.
"She's carrying our baby. She gets to be crazy," I slap his arm hard whilst berating him.
"Might be my child. She did tell me first," he smirks cockily.
"That's not how it works, Daws," I roll my eyes and sit back, scrolling on my phone to check the CCTVs of our premises.
"Whatever. I'm just saying. Theo and I are the strongest so it's definitely between us," he shrugs.
"Still not how it works," I sigh.
We quickly pick up Hazel's cravings from the store and head back to the house, managing to actually get out of the car this time.
When I push through the door, the sounds of Hazel's gentle sobs echo through the hall. Dawson and I exchange a look before running into the kitchen to see her sat in Theo's lap, crying into his shoulder.
Atlas gives us a pained expression whilst leaning against the doorframe, a mug of coffee in his hand. His eyes drift down to the bag before he nods over for us to give her it.
"Hey, angel," I lightly caress her back to get her attention.
She looks up from Theo's tear-stained shoulder, her eyes red from crying.
