Guilty Pleasure.

but just don't fight.

"Ashleeeeey!" I squealed, reaching out. Jess rolled her eyes and handed me the child. "Nice to see you too." She huffed. I poked my tongue out. I looked down and felt like I couldn't breathe. "Such a handsome boy." I cooed, playing with his soft light brown hair. Jess laughed and flopped on the plastic chair beside me. "So, Pixie comes out of the intensive care tomorrow?" She asked knowingly. I nodded excitedly, a huge grin on my face. She leaned forward. "So, whats happening?" She asked, her eyes sparkling. I looked back down at Ash and played with his ear lobes, giggling. "Well, I'm uh, moving back in with Chris." I mumbled, still not looking at her. When she didn't say anything I looked up and frowned. Her face was a mixture of joy and anger. "So, you guys are back together?" She asked slowly. I forced out a laugh. "Me and him, together? Oh lordy no." I chuckled. She frowned, confusion flooding her face. "Then why are you going back...?" She mumbled, confused. I rolled my eyes and shifted the now sleeping Ashley around. "Well, I want to be there with my boys, I hate missing things! Az just lost a tooth and I wasn't there. Chris doesnt wanna miss a thing with Pixie so it was a good choice." I shrugged. She nodded and stood up. "Ash has to be fed and bathed, I'll come back later." She grinned, picking up the child and walking out.

"Hi Duckie!" I cooed, running my fingers through her blonde hair. Her eyes fluttered open and I grinned, she has beautiful blue eyes. "Hey Lola, hello Princess!" Chris greeted. I looked up and smiled. "Mommy, look at what I won!" Az squealed, running over. I grinned and helped him on my lap. "Whatcha got?" I asked. He grinned, showing off his newly missing bottom tooth. "I won a trophy in soccer and I got tripped and now my tooth is gone!" He gushed. I giggled and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm very proud of you sweetie, I'll make sure we put it where everyone can see." I chirped. "Hey Blaise, how was school?" I asked, looking over. He shrugged and dropped his bag to the floor and truged over and put his hands in the crib and played with Pixie. I rolled my eyes and looked in the door way. "Sebastian, what in the hell?" I cried. My son looked down, his hair falling over his face, covering the black eye, bruised cheek and busted lip. "Chris, what happen to my baby!" I screeched, whincing at the sharp pain in my gut. "Mum, it's nothing." Seb said quitely. "Nothing, nothing?! Some brat hurt you!" I exclaimed. He looked up and bit his lip. "I'm okay." He said, offering a weak smile. I let out a deep breath and attempted to calm myself. "I'll be calling the school first thing tomorrow morning." I said sternly. He rolled his eyes and nodded. I grinned and waved him over. "Now, say hello to your sister!" I smirked.

"So, you guys get out tomorrow..." Fronz trailed off. I nodded, relief flowing through me. "Finally, I'm so over these shitty beds." I huffed, poking the firm bed in distaste. He laughed lightly and sat across from me and glanced at the kids. Ahren had fallen asleep, Blasie was on Fronz's phone and Seb was in my bathroom. "How's Sebby been?" I whispered, glancing at the bathroom. He sighed and ruffled his hair. "He's... distancing himself, hides away in his room and it's worrying." He grunted. I frowned. "Have you tried talking to him?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Of course I have, I've even bribed the kid!" He cried. I narrowed my eyes making him laugh. "Mum, dad... Can I talk to you?" Seb said quitely. My head shot over to the nervous looking boy. "Of course bub, come over." I smiled. He smiled weakly and shuffled over and sat on my bed. He crossed his legs and sighed heavily. "Please dont be angry at me..." He begged. I frowned, oh god, whats he done? "I don't want you to call me Sebastian," He began, playing with his hands. "I wanna be called Violet."