When the sun comes out- Demi lovato

~51~

*Demi's POV*

"I'm done" Drake said, as he stood up from the floor and looked at the crib.

"Can you believe Corey used that? It's like ages ago" I laughed, as I looked at Corey's old crib.

"I don't even know why we kept it, but I guess it was a good thing"

"Yeah, it was. I'll just put it next to my side of the bed, yeah? So if she wakes us I can right away take her and try not to wake you up. But that won't be so hard, you wouldn't even wake up if Corey was screaming in your ear" I joked.
Drake was a very heavy sleeper and doesn't wake up from anything.

"Don't joke about it" he faked being offended.

"Okay, okay, I won't" I laughed, "I'm gonna go get the baby and lay her in here. It's more comfortable then the stroller. Do we still have that baby monitor?"

"I don't think so. It was shit anyway, it didn't even work. We're just gonna have to check on her, every few minutes"

"Okay" I skipped out of the room to go get Amanda.
I walked downstairs and heard small sniffles.
Corey.
I walked to the kitchen to see what was going on and saw Amelia with a helpless look on her face.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know. He was just asking me questions and then he said that I love them more then you and I explained to him that that's not true and he started crying"

"I think he's just very tired. Don't worry. I'll put him down for a nap and he'll be fine when he wakes up" I gave her a reassuring smile, as I lifted Corey in my arms, "Do you wanna put Amanda in her crib? It's in my room"

"Yeah, sure" she smiled, as she walked over to the stroller and carefully got the baby out.
I walked upstairs, right behind her, as I held Corey.
I walked into his room and lay him down in his bed.

"Sleep tight, Cor. You can come down when you wake up, okay?"
He nodded and fell asleep, right away.

I went back downstairs and started on dinner.

"I'm gonna go to the gym" Drake said, as he slapped my butt and quickly left the kitchen.

"Sure" I laughed, as I stuck out my tongue to him and he closed the front door behind him.

"Hey" Amelia smiled, as she came back downstairs and sat down in the kitchen, watching me cook.

"Hi" I smiled back, "How are you?"

"Good. You?"

"Me too"

"Lame conversation" she chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. So, tell me, how's life going?"

"I already told you"

"Tell me when you didn't tell me. I don't believe you told me everything"
She sighed.

"What's really going on in your head?"

"It's still dark"

"Pitch black?"

"Not pitch black, but very dark blue. There is one piece that still is pitch black, though"

"That's an improvement. No other color, at all? No little dots?"

"One tiny little dot. Bright yellow"

"You know what that is?" I asked.
I loved how we talked the same language. Yeah, obviously, we talk the same language, but our minds talk the same, too. I knew exactly what she meant and she knew exactly what I meant.