Guilty Pleasure.

When shit turns to shit

"It's not fair." I moaned. I had my arms wrapped around myself laying on the shower floor. "Lola, calm down, please! I need to know whats wrong!" Ronnie begged. It's been almosy two months, I haven't seen my kids since that day and it's killing me. After that day I had drank myself into a drunken coma, until I found something out. "Lola, please." Ronnie sighed. I lookd at him and I knew I couldn't tell him. "I just miss them so much." I choked out. He sighed and turned off the water and helped me out. "Oh Lola." he murmured, pulling me into a hug. I buried my face into his chest and cried. He stroaked my drenched hair. "Lola, I promise you, you'll see them again." He mumbled. I looked up and sighed. "Yeah right." I huffed, pulling away. He rolled his eyes and handed me a towel. "Go get dressed." He instucted. I nodded, wrapping myself up. I trudged into my room and pulled on a singlet, a over sized jumper and basketball shorts. "I want watermelon!" I called out. Ronnie started to mumble to himself before he answered. "Uh, I think we got some, hang on!" he hollered. I walked to the kitchen and jumped up onto the bench and began to watch him go through the fridge. "Got some!" He cheered. I fist pumped and turned to him. "Any yoghurt?" I questioned, cutting into the giant melon. He rolled his eyes. "You and your damn twisted ways!" He laughed, pulling some out. I was originally from Australia, I then moved to America from there. So, he may be talking about how we have different ways of talking...? I flipped him off and grabbed the small tub from him and drowned the watermelon with it. Yes, this looks heavenly. I grabbed the plate and carried it into the living room where I flopped down and began forcing the food down. Ronnie sat beside me and frowned. "That's disgusting." He grunted. I poked my tongue out and pouted. "I'm a women, we crave shit." I huffed. He laughed and threw his arm over my shoulder and pulled me close. I sighed and set my head onto his shoulder. I felt his lips tug into a smile and then he moved a bit and played a movie, Corspe Bride. A squeal escaped my throat. "Yes, I love this movie!" I giggled. He laughed and rested his cheek on my head. "I know, that's why I chose it." he whispered. I looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you.." I mumbled. He didn't answer, he just pressed his lips to mine.

-Fronz's POV-

"Sebastian, please get to bed!" I groaned. He glared at me. "No! You made me leave my mum!" He screamed. I sighed, jesus. "Seb, going to bed has nothing to do with your mom!" I cried. He put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes. "My mum use to tuck me in and read to me, she has everything to do with this!" He snapped. I sighed and gave up. I turned around and slammed his door shut and down to Ahron's room. "Hey bud- What the fuck?" I gaped. He stood on his bed, jumping around, a bag of sugar laid on the floor and a spoon was in his hand. He screamed loudly as he jumped around, giggling madly. "Where did this come from?" I gasped. He said nothing, just continued to giggle. "Oh, see you found him then." Blaise laughed. I looked at him to see him smirking at the little boy. "He was hungry." He shrugged. I glared at him. "Seriously? How am I meant to calm him down Blaise?" I hissed. He rolled his eyes. "I dunno, that's your job." He grunted, walking off. I sighed and trudged into the room. "Az, calm down. Lets get your PJ's on." I muttered. He looked at me and grinned, showing three missing front teeth. "OKay, Okay, okay! Where mama?" He gushed out. I frowned, oh man, not this again. "She's away, remember?" I asked, uneasily. The boy poked his tongue out and made the weird fart sound. "Lair! Liar! Pants on fire! My brothers told me!" He sang. "Mommy left me!" He pouted. He finally stopped jumping around. "Because you were a bad daddy!" He snapped. My eyes widen. "W-what, who told you that?" I stuttered. He flopped down and stood before me, only just above my knees. "I need to brush my mouth." I grinned. He ran past me, leaving me standing in the room. What the fuck just happened?

I had got the kids to bed, finally. I was now just laying in my own bed scrolling through Instagram and shit. As I was scrolling I came across a picture of Lola and Ronnie all snuggled up watching a movie and she had wrote-

Corspe Bride with this cutie batootie <3 #TimBurton

I glared at the small screen before I continued to scroll. Jesus, I need to go on a date... Or get laid. I like the second choice. OR! I could take a chick on a date and then get laid... But then.. I must talk to her, socialise... ew. I sighed, and decided to text Victoria and make sure everything was okay with my newest addion. I sent a simple text before getting into photos and quickly scrolling through and finding a photo of Lola. I sighed and got comfy.

This will have to do for now.

-Lola's POV-

I laid on Ronnie's chest and sighed. I should tell him. Or...Maybe not. I'm such a slut. God. I accidently fucked my ex husband and I keep purposely fucking Ronnie, I don't know what to tell him... "You okay?" Ronnie mumbled, running his hand through my hair. I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." I grunted. He laughed lightly and sighed. "You can't hide things from me little lady." He teased. I poked my tongue out. "Shut up." I huffed. "Can you tell me whats wrong...?" He mumbled. I looked up to see him looking me worried. "Please?" He pouted. I groaned, why must he be so cute? With a heavy sigh I sat up and he followed. "You can't get angry." I mumbled. He nodded, holding my hand.

"Ronnie, I'm pregnant."