Hustle. (Book 2)

Chapter 9: Catch Up

Chris P.O.V.

For the past few weeks, I'd basically kept to myself. With work, dealing and supporting Paris, there was so much stress in my life. I thought about Lauren constantly, but she wouldn't talk to me. Two babies on the way! Two.

Halloween passed by a few weeks ago and the more "important" holidays were coming. Paris wanted everything to be ready; she had already occupied a room for the baby. She has recently turned four months and was a little less pregnant that Lauryn who was, if I calculated correctly, five months and two weeks.

"Babe! Can you fix the crib please? I'm going to take a nap." I sighed and hustled up the stairs to the baby's room. It was next to my room, or my old room I should say, since Paris had piled most of her stuff into my home.

So far, the room was coming along nicely. The ceiling had cute little decals, all furniture and other decorative pieces were black with gold trim, large and bright windows exposed streams of sunlight that reflected off the "Pink Tiara" paint that was insisted on.

The baby was most definitely a girl and Paris was excited. She had already spent hundreds on clothes, accessories, and shoes for our little one and there were still four months of this pregnancy left.

Everything was already picked out though, from the wall colors to the first outfit to the car seat to even her name.

In honor of her late mother, Ramel or Mel as everyone always called her, Paris wanted to incorporate her name in to the baby's name somehow. So she came up with Melody Rose Benson, or "Melly" for short. And that was my baby girl.