the coffee girl

Chapter 26

Month 6

"No, no, no, no! Don't hang up!" I mumbled under my breath as I reached around Belle to find my phone that was on this bed somewhere.

I finally found it and answered. "Hello?"

"Hi."

I smiled as I sunk back down on the bed. "Hi, Nialler."

"How are you today, love?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good, good! We're moving on to South America."

"That sounds amazing!"

"Yeah."

"Why do you sound so down today?"

"Rough night, babe. I couldn't keep you out of my mind. I really wanted to call you but I knew you were sleeping."

"Niall." I sighed holding in the tears.

"How are you really doing, Kat?"

"I'm a mess." I let the tears flow. "Sydney is great to have around, but she's not you. She can't comfort me like you can. I miss your hugs. I miss you scent."

"My scent?"

"Yeah. Like the bed used to smell like your shampoo and your cologne. Now it smells like roses and strawberries."

He let out a small chuckle, "I know what you mean, love. I used to have a shirt that smelled like your laundry detergent, but Lou washed it. I was crushed."

I chuckled, "I love you."

"I love you too, my princess. Tell Belle I love her too, will ya?"

"Yes, of course. Have a good day."

"You too. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone just as Sydney walked into the room. "Oh good, you're awake. Go ahead and get ready so we can get going!"

"Where are we going?"

"Not telling. Just get up."

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A day out shopping was NOT my choice. Belle and I sat a lot as Sydney went from store to store buying new clothes for all four of us, my unborn baby boy included.

Niall and I had yet to come up with a name. We had it narrowed down to a few, but none of them were really settling with me.

"Hey, Kat!" Sydney called from the other side of Rue 21.

"Yeah?"

"What about this one?" She held up a blue shirt.

"Yeah, looks good."

She huffed and rolled her eyes, "You do realize I'm doing this to keep you active right?"

"Yes, so I don't understand why I'm helping you pick out clothes."

She rolled her eyes again and moved onto the next section of clothes.

"Mama!"

"Yes, Belle?"

"Up."

"Up?"

"I tired." She mumbled.

"Okay." I bent down and picked her up, settling her on top of my growing bump.

She giggled and I knew why. The baby started kicking, right where her bottom was.

"Is that funny?"