Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 20}

I walk in my house, struggling to hold the baby's car seat and my book bag. Set down the car seat on the ground and then all but throw off my book bag. Heaving a sigh of relief, I stretch my back. Did you know carrying a car seat and a book bag can, like, almost kill you? Okay, maybe not almost kill you but it seriously hurts.

"I didn't know you had to watch Makenzi today," Atlanta says not taking her eyes off the TV. I look over and see she's watching Project Runway.

"I don't," I shake my head keeping my eyes glued to the screen.

That one girl needs to step up her game, I think. Everyone else is almost finished with their pieces and she still has to finish two other pieces. 

Atlanta turns to me with furrowed brows but I'm not paying attention to her. I've zoned out and completely focused on the show.

"Blayke!" Atlanta says getting up and rushing over to the babies car seat.

As she does this I hear that Izzy's screeching. Oh great day. Before I can get her out of her car seat, Atlanta does, cradling her. Izzy still thrashes as Atlanta tries to calm her. I quickly relieve her of my crying...baby-yeah, it's a baby. Izzy quiets down but still whimpers. Reaching down, I take out a bottle already filled with who-knows-what. I stick it in her mouth and she sucks at it greedily.

"Who is that?" Atlanta asks with wide eyes. "Did you kidnap a child?"

Rolling my eyes, I sit down on the couch.

"No, I did not kidnap a child. This is Isabella Harper Price. But you can call her Izzy," I give her tight closed lip smile.

"Price?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Well, I certainly couldn't give her my last name," I shrug, gazing down at Izzy.

"You and Blake had a kid? When were you pregnant? I don't remember this! You've only been dating for two weeks, if that," she rants.

"Atlanta!" I stop her ranting and she turns to me with wide eyes. "I was never pregnant. This is for a project at school."

She stares at Izzy for a second, suspicion in her eyes.

"But she looks and feels so lifelike. And she looks a little like you and Blake," she says, confused.

"She's a robot-at least I think she is. Honestly, I'm not sure anymore," I shake my head, letting my free hand poke Izzy's face.

She stirs and I watch as she blinks open her eyes. I gasp. Her eyes are a startling blue color, the same color as Blake's eyes. Well, Blake and Blaine's.

"What?" Atlanta says, coming over to see what I've gasped about.

We both stare at Izzy for a second in silence.

"She has Blake's eyes. They are, like, the same color as his, B," Atlanta says, sounding freaked out.

"Ms. Goodwin did take a DNA sample but I didn't think she would look this much like us," I shake my head.

I bite my lip as I look down at the baby in my arms. I honestly don't see me in her but I do see Blake. Especially in her eyes.

"Can-can I hold her?" Atlanta asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"Please," I nod.

She sits down on the couch next to me and I hand Izzy to her. Atlanta holds the bottle in place but Izzy refuses the bottle. Izzy's eyebrows are furrowed and she's looking at Atlanta with her big blue eyes. I see she kind of leans away from her as if she knows that she doesn't know this person that's holding her.