Falling For You

Chapter twenty-nine: Telling

"Kaylin, we need to go to the store." I called up the stairs. I heard her feet padding against the floor, as she ran down the stairs. "I don't have to use my car seat! I don't have to use it!" She exclaimed, getting her shoes on. "Um, yes you do missy. You're not eight yet. You're only seven." I replied. "No, dad said I can stop sitting in it." She replied. "Well, I say you sit in it." I fought. She huffed, and opened the door.

"No, you sit in the car seat." I said, as I saw Kaylin sitting on the opposite side of the car. "Dad said I don't have to!" She yelled. "Kaylin Marie, you will sit in that car seat right now." I exclaimed. "You yelled at me." She whispered. "Because you are not listening to me." I replied. A tear rolled down her cheek, as I closed her door.

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"Hey El." I sighed, once the elevator opened. "Hey, busy today?" She asked. "Yes." I huffed, looking behind me. "Kaylin, you wanted to come here. Let's go." I ordered. She huffed, and stomped into the office, and walked to Harry's door. Louis opened his door and smiled. "Hi Kay." He smiled. "Hello Uncle Louis." Kaylin huffed, opening Harry's door.

"Did you tell Mason yet?" Louis asked. "Everyone keeps on asking me that." I groaned. "It's only natural. Did you tell Harry?" He replied. I looked down. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me into his office. "Let me get this straight. You didn't tell any of them!?" He asked, trying to stay calm. "What am I supposed to say?" I replied. "Um, I don't know. How about, hey, Lily wanted a baby, and she chose me." He yelled. "Would you shut up." I whispered. "If you don't tell them, I will!" He yelled. "Louis, I will tell him when I am ready. Right now, I am not. Deal with it." I said, walking out the door.

"So, why is Bella being mean today?" Harry asked Kaylin, as I walked into Harry's office. "She yelled at me. And made me sit in my car seat." She replied. I rolled my eyes, and sat on the couch. "Well, I think Bella is just trying to keep you safe." He said. "She yelled at me!" She yelled. "Hey, sh. Why don't you go see Uncle Lou?" He replied. "That's not the best idea." I said. "Why?" He asked. "He's... calming down after something." I replied. "Alright. How about you go see Aunt Taylor." He suggested. She nodded, and gave me a look, before walking out.

"Yelling at her?" He asked, after closing his door. "What do you want me to do? Say, yeah, go ahead sit in the actual seat?" I asked. "Yes. I told her she didn't have to sit in it." He replied. "Well, if you actually took your driving test, you would know the age to get out of a car seat is eight." I replied. He rolled his eyes.

"What is your problem?" I asked. "Mine? What's your problem? You've been distant all damn week. We never talk anymore. We're not as close as we were before... we dated." He replied. "I don't have a problem." I replied. "You obviously do. You haven't even been around. I come home, and you leave right away. So, tell me, what's going on?" He said. I sighed, and sat down. "I know I've been distant. And... I don't mean to be. I'm sorry." I whispered.

"So, what's going on?" He asked, sitting next to me. "Mason and I broke up." I whispered. "Bella..." I shook my head. "Even my dad said he couldn't see us having a future." I laughed. He sighed, and pulled me into him. "This is what I'm talking about. Close." He whispered, kissing my head. "I miss this." I whispered into his jacket. He nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me you broke up?" He asked. "I... don't know." I replied. He whipped my tears, and looked at me. I sighed. "You can't lie to me Bell." He whispered. I looked down at my hands. "Hey." He whispered, lifting my head up. "You can tell me." He said. I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

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"You're carrying his baby!?" Harry yelled. "No, no. Listen." I replied, trying to calm him down. "His sister..." He threw his hands up. "Wanted a baby. She's your age. She asked me to carry her baby. I told her I had to think about it." I said. "When did she ask this?" He asked. "Um... a few weeks ago." I replied. He pinched the brim of his nose. "And you broke up because of this?" He asked. "Yes, and no." I replied. He looked at me.

"Fine! We were fighting about you." I said. "About me?" He asked, with a little smirk. "Yes. About you. About my job. And how he hates my job." I replied. "Oh." He whispered. "I told him he has to deal with it. And he flipped out. Screaming, punching the walls. He said it's either him, or the job. I chose the job." I said. "Bella..." I shook my head. "No, you don't have to worry, or feel sorry. He's nothing to me now. I mean, yeah, he helped my dad build the things for the new baby, but that's really it. Laila is due soon, and I need to give all my attention to the baby. And I might need to bring the baby to work, if Laila isn't up to doing anything." I replied.

"Listen, I don't want you to feel like you don't have a place to go. Because you have one. You have a whole family right here. I'm here for you. I've been here, for years. And that won't change." He said. I nodded, and hugged him. "Thank you." I whispered. He nodded, and kissed my head.

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"Dad." I smiled, running up to my dad. He looked at me, and smiled. "I haven't seen you this happy since... you're back together." He said. I smiled. "Who knows?" He asked. "You." I replied. "That's it? No press?" He asked. "Nope. We're trying not to let people find out this time." I replied. "Be careful, please?" He asked. I nodded. "I mean it Isabella." He stated. "I know. I will, Christopher." I replied. He rolled his eyes. "So... can... he come in?" I asked. He sighed, and nodded.

"Mr. Foster, lovely to see you again." Harry smiled, shaking my dad's hand. "As well to you." My dad replied. "Laila, you look amazing." Harry smiled. "Thank you Harry." She smiled, kissing his cheek. "Laila is due very soon." I informed. "I can't wait until you have the baby." He smiled. "Oh, me neither. It's kicking, and it hurts." She replied. He smiled.

"So, you haven't told anyone?" Laila asked. Harry and I both shook our heads. "And if people find out?" My dad asked. "Then they will. I mean, we're trying to be secretive about it. So, mainly no kissing in public. But people know we're close." Harry replied. Laila and my dad nodded.

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In the middle of dinner, Laila dropped her fork. "Babe, you okay?" My dad asked. "Laila?" I asked. She yelped in pain, as she got up out of her seat. "Laila, what's wrong?" My dad asked. "How many months pregnant am I?" She asked. "Just about nine, why?" My dad replied. "We have to go." She said. "What? Where?" He asked. "You dumbass! Dad, she's in labor!" I yelled, getting up. My dad ran to get the already made baby bag. "Okay, breathe." I comforted. Harry held her other hand, as we walked out to the car.

"God, this hurts." Laila cried. "Shh. Don't cry." I said, wiping her tears away. "Dad, can you drive faster?" I asked. "I'm doing the speed limit." He replied. I nodded, and Laila squeezed my hand. I nodded at Harry, and he nodded back. "Laila, I'm not having Lily's baby." I informed. She looked at me, and smiled. "Good. I never liked that family." She groaned. I nodded, and tied her hair back. Laila is finally in labor.