The Girl On Tour 2

Chapter 7

*Bella's POV*

"Aug, cut it out." I whine as he pokes my side.

"But I'm not tired." He pouts.

"I am." I groan.

"It's allat crying you did earlier." He responds.

"You're not funny." I open my eyes to glare at him.

"But you're up." He laughs.

"No, I'm sleeping." I say, closing my eyes again and moving closer to him.

"It's only seven." He chuckles.

"So what?" I ask.

"I can't sleep at seven." He answers, like it's obvious.

"Just lay with me please? Then you can get up and go where ever." I pout, pushing my bottom lip out.

"Okay, Bella." He sighs, wrapping his arms around me. I smile and lay my head on his chest.

"Thank you, August." I whisper, not sure if he heard me.

"Fa' what?" He asks me.

"Today, yesterday, everything you've done since we've met."

"No problem."

"I know I'm a little clingy, but I promise, you can go tomorrow. I just have trouble sleeping by myself." I admit.

"You're not clingy." He disagrees.

"I am. I see something and I get attached and don't want to let go. You're probably missed so many meetings and things." I yawn. "You can go when I'm asleep. I won't be mad. I get it."

"Bella-"

"Goodnight, Aug."

I close my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

The next morning when I wake up, August isn't there. At least he used common sense. If he's with me all day, for the third day, he's gonna miss more meetings and things.

I get up, getting myself ready for church. Then I get the kids ready. Santo is up, getting himself and Royal ready.

"Morning. August told me to tell you he'll be back around two to go to the water park."

I smile. "Morning."

I go to the mailbox, seeing if we got any mail yesterday. We didn't check it.

Jacob pulls into the driveway, and I hurry into the house. "Bella! We need to talk, right now!" He yells, running to my side.

"Santo!-" Jacob puts his hand over my mouth, preventing me from saying more.

"You bring that wimpy broke lil boy to my house to give me divorce papers." He asks, pinning me to the wall beside the front door.

"First of all, I'm gonna need you to back up about seven feet. Second of all, I brought him there for support." I roll my eyes.

He raises his hand and I shove him. "Hit me, it'll be the last thing you ever do." I say.

His eyes widen as he looks at my stomach. "Is it mine?" He stutters out.

"Yes. They are. And no, I don't need money from you, and you don't need to be in they're life, so it doesn't matter." I shrug, turning to walk in the house.

He grabs my arm. "I want a DNA done."

I groan. "Whatever makes you happy. I know its yours already. When it comes back positive that they're both yours, I still don't need your money and you still don't need to be in their life. You won't have to sit with me in the delivery room either."