Shadow (Austin Mahone)

Chapter 78

Word Count: 1547

Your comments, like the ones attached literally make my face hurt from smiling so hard, these are just a couple but there are other ones, but really I love when you guys comment things like this 😘

I'm babysitting and its so cold in their house I want to die 😩 it's like 60 degrees in here and that's not okay.

I'm on my iPad so if the spacing is weird, or if there's weird typos I'm sorry 😕

Enjoy!!

|Austin Mahone|

I wake up to the sound of sobs and look to the side seeing Noah, sobbing, while facing the ceiling. I check the time seeing it's only 2 o'clock in the morning, and turn on my side.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask her, kissing her head.

"I can't see my feet" She cries, and I fight to hold in a chuckle.

"What?" I ask, fighting a smile.

"It's not funny!" She sobs "I can't see my feet, what if they aren't there anymore! What if I lost them? I'm hungry" She sighs.

"What do you want to eat?" I sigh, getting out of bed.

"I want McDonalds"

"Alright, come on baby" I grab her hands, helping her stand up from the bed. She walks to my drawers and pulls out my basketball shorts, and pulls them up her legs, rolling the waistband so they fit. She follows me out to my car, and gets in, resting her hands on top of her belly, and leaning her head against the window.

I reach over after backing out of my driveway, and take Noah's hand in mine, lacing our fingers together.

"God damn it! I left my phone!" She groans.

"It's alright, you don't need it"

"What are you trying to say? I have no friends so no one will text me meaning I don't need my phone!" She yells, and I sigh.

"No, that's not what I'm saying, what I'm saying is that we won't be long so you don't need to worry, plus it's 2:30 in the morning, no one is going to be up this late" I state calmly, knowing her anger is probably just hormones.

"I'm up this late!"

"Well you're also pregnant, hungry and apparently can't find your feet" I roll my eyes.

"So you're calling me fat" She scoffs.

"What? That's not even what I said" I sigh.

"Well it's not my fault that your kid is inside me! If you would've put a condom on I wouldn't be fat, or hungry and I'd be able to see my feet" She yells.

"So it's my fault?" I ask, my anger beginning to rise, even though it shouldn't.

"Well it isn't mine" She sasses, and I take a deep breath.

"Okay Noah, you're right. It's completely my fault"

"Oh, now's not the time for your sarcasm you dickhead" She hisses.

"We're here" I ignore her comment, as I park at McDonalds. She rolls her eyes and gets out, and I sigh, getting out and walking behind her into the McDonalds. We walk to the register, the places, empty, not to any surprise.

"Hi, what can I get you two?" The guy asks.

"I want a Big Mac, uh a snack wrap with grilled chicken and ranch and a large fry" Noah says.

"Is the Big Mac a meal?"

"Yes" She nods.

"What do you want to drink?"