His Baby

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~Sofia~

"I don't know, Gabe. This doesn't seem very smart." I murmur as we squat behind the island, Marshmallow is secured in Gabe's arms while I hold a confetti can. "What if-"

"Oh, stop worrying." Gabe rolls his eyes before smiling widely. "Tristan's finally coming home from the hospital! Of course, this is a great idea." He assures me, nodding quickly.

I dunno,

Something tells me scaring a group of armed criminals and popping confetti at them isn't a great idea.

"What if I scare them too much, and they-"

"Uh huh, that's why it's you holding the confetti. They'd definitely think twice before shooting you." He cuts me off, his smile widening if even possible.

Shoot?

There's a chance I could be shot?

Jesus take the wheel, please.

We both freeze when we hear car doors opening and closing outside, and he gives me a quick nod as he shoots a thumbs-up to the camera he set up not too long before this. I give him a nervous look, and squat down further when I hear the front door open.

"Sofia and Gabe should be around here somewhere." I hear Chris say, followed by a lot of footsteps. "Unless they went somewhere."

"I told him not to leave the fucking house," Mason grumbles bitterly, and Gabe mocks him making me snort quietly. Gabe looks at the camera, then back at me and holds up five fingers.

I swallow nervously, clutching the confetti can and getting ready to jump up.

God, bless my soul. Please, don't let these men shoot me. I haven't graduated high school yet, and I am unfortunately a virgin. And as amazing as it would be to die so innocently, I want to know if Phoebe is telling the truth about sex.

Amen.

He counts down, and when all of his fingers are down, I say the quickest prayer known to mankind before shooting up.

"Welcome home!"

I shoot the confetti can, opening my eyes and letting out a quiet scream when I come face to face with at least seven guns.

Thank god Marshmallow is upstairs asleep, poor baby would be terrified.

"Jesus christ!" I exclaim, moving quickly behind Gabe for cover.

"Motherfucker," I hear Mason curse, and I slowly peek around Gabe to see all the guns being put away. "Gabe, why the fuck would you do that?" Mason asks, pure annoyance written clearly on his face.

"Wha- How do you know it wasnt' Sofia's idea?" He whines, and I gasp in offense because how dare he?

"It was not-"

"Because Sofia wouldn't do that." Chris cuts me off with an eye roll. "Stop being a dickhead and go get the bags from the car." He huffs, setting down a duffel bag on the island.