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《Chapter 22》

"Sydney wake up!" Luke shouts, shaking me awake.

"What? What happened? What's wrong?"

"Look at this!" He says, shoving the screen of his phone in my face.

Ashley is thirteen weeks now. The heartbeat is strong still, and so are all of ours when nurse Hemsworth is in the room. He said that she wouldn't be showing until sixteen weeks but she was a little early, which makes us think the baby is going to come to us early as well.

I looked at his Instagram as he plopped down beside me. It was a picture of A Squared cuddled up on the couch sleeping that Hope had put on her page. You could clearly see Ashley's little baby bump.

I started reading the comments. 'Is there going to be a baby Irwin?' was commented all over the place.

"Now look at this..." Luke says, grabbing the phone and searching for something. He had searched '#asquaredcreations' and '#babyirwin' and there were over twenty thousand posted to each one.

"Any hate? Because I will stab a bitch if anyone threatens this kid." I say.

"No, they're all very supportive actually."

"Good."

"Hey Ashley! Hey Lil' Bump!" Luke laughs.

"How is our Lil' Bump doing?" Michael asks.

"Good. We'll be able to tell if it's a boy or girl in another four weeks, but we've decided to keep it a surprise until he or she is with us." Ashton replies.

"So it'll just be Lil' Bump for a while!" Luke laughed.

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Calum hasnt left his house. He says he'll help Ashley, but he just sleeps or listens to music. He goes to the meetings but from what Luke says, he isn't much help. Luke and I decide to go over there.

"Cal, why haven't you moved since we came home last night?"

"Mate I'm just gonna be straight forward with you."

Calum has never said that, this must be bad.

"I really miss Gen. I text her and she wont answer, I don't want to call her because I'm scared to death of what she's gonna say." He had tears lining his eyes now.

"Hey Syd, maybe you should leave us for this one babe." Luke says, bending down to kiss me. I nod and head for the door. As soon as I'm in my house I sprint to my room. I'm no longer mad at Genevieve. I am furious with her. She can treat me how she wants, she knows I'll just be walking around like a lost puppy without her. That's how it's been all of grade school. But I have friends to stick up for now, and she will not treat them like dirt one day and be best friends the next like she did to me all those years.

"Hey." she answers.

"Hey. Why wont you call Cal?" I start.

"I don't know what to say." she says in a flat voice.

"Well he's a wreck. He needs you to call him. Just tell him that he still means something to you, that you're doing better!"

"I don't want to lie."

"What? I thought you went to Missouri to get help?"

"Syd, I'm not in Missouri."

"What? Where are you?!"

"I'm not going to tell you. You'll come after me."

"GENEVIEVE YOU BETTER FUCKIN TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE I SWEAR ON MY NAME!"