Adopted by Little Mix

Like Looking In a Mirror

Chapter VIII

Perrie's POV

I think that normally most people would be bummed to have to work on their birthday, but me? Not, of course not.

Working on my birthday meant birthday gifts for hundreds or even thousands of others as well, and the joy and well-being of our fans was the only thing that had mattered on this day.

So as the rest of Little Mix and I exited the limo, and a warm breeze brushed past my skin, the smile that consumed my features was almost as bright as when I adopted my two girls.

Sometimes, when I was in these situations; with thousands of fans crowded around us, chanting our names, crying, or screaming with utter excitement, I could feel myself come to the realization that I was each and every one of these girls.

I am, in some indescribable way, a part of every fan standing before me.

I was the girl standing in front of the mirror singing into her hair brush with an impossible dream. I was the girl sweeping the floor at a salon trying to earn a penny to be somebody. To get somewhere.

And here I was.

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"So Perrie, tell us how it is raising two kids now. Is Zayn alright with this change? I mean, being parents as young as you two are while being international pop sensations can become a little much, right?"

I sat there for a moment. Staring at the interviewer, before glancing over at two of my best friends.

And somehow, despite being asked a thoughtful question, the only thing I could manage to think was that I wondered if Jade was feeling any better.

"Well I think that with Zayn and I having the particular jobs that we have, it didn't matter when we decided to have children because it would always be difficult. Being an artist has its pros and its cons and deciding to have kids is always hard choice when you're always in the public eye, but so is going to the grocery store. Zayn and I love Emily and Kylie, and I never, any second of my life, ever, regret adopting them when I did." I sat back into the couch, feeling a bit fiery.

Perhaps the interviewer didn't mean what I took it to mean when she asked her question, but she made it sound like my children are a burden.

"Leigh-Anne you're hair looks absolutely gorgeous today, what products do you use to maintain those beautiful ringlets?"

That's when I shrunk back into the couch further and began fiddling with my fingers, because in that moment I knew...

She had completely ignored every word that had just slipped past my lips.

Jade's POV

I'm not entirely sure what happened in the last thirty minutes but somehow my antibiotics kicked in and now here I was stuffing my face with chocolates.

"Auntie Jade, what are you doing? Aren't you sick?"

Stopping mid-chew, I turned on my heel, hair whipping around me, as I stared down at little brown eyes.

I knew before she even began smirking and giggling that I had chocolate smeared across my face, but it was just so good! I licked my fingers and swallowed the thick clump of chocolate in my mouth before replying with a bit of a sticky voice.

"Auntie Jade is feeling much, much better now. I saw this tray of chocolate over here...and well...now it's gone."

Emily laughed and laughed as I grabbed a napkin and wiped the smeared chocolate off my face.