Love Is Weird

A New Place

Miranda's POV

Wesley was driving me to see our new home. He told me he was going to pick out the house. It kind of scared me.

I'm still depressed about losing our home. Especially since it was the house I grew up in. Tears welled in my eyes. No, Miranda! You will not cry.

But I grew up in that house....with my father. More tears welled.

You're moving into a new house. Think about it as a new start. You're married, and you're expecting a daughter.

You're right.

I can't believe I had a full conversation with me, myself, and I. But I was right, this was a new start for me and Wesley. Especially since we're expecting a little girl in two months.

The thought of being a mother actually scares me. I want to give my child the best, even if it means doing things I wouldn't dream about doing.

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Wesley pulled the truck into the driveway of our new house. It was HUGE. I turned to Wesley. "How could you afford this? I thought you were taking me to a house...not the White House." He chuckled. "You know being a gang member pays off right? Plus I decided we needed something big for the baby." I looked at him. "Yeah, but not this big." He sighed. "Can we at least look around?" I nodded, got out the truck.

When we walked into the house, the sight was breathtaking. The living room was huge, with a flat screen TV, and a piano. The kitchen was red and black, my favorite colors, with an huge island in the middle. "Follow me, I want to show you something." Wesley grabbed my hand and pulled me along. We stopped in front of a door. He opened the door, and the scene was jaw dropping. "There's a movie theater, too" "Yep." I could not believe it.

Ten rooms later, we were at our bedroom. There was a king sized bed, a flat screen TV, a two huge walk-in closets. "Let me show you the baby's room."

I followed him to a room that has pink walls, a baby mobile, a crib, a dresser with a baby monitor, and a rocking chair. I placed my hand over my heart.

"Wesley-" I was absolutely speechless. "Do you like it?" "Like it? I love it." "Did you do all this?" "Yep. I figured it's the least I can do." I looked at him. "What do you mean?" He sighed. "With me being in a gang, there's always danger lurking about. Therefore putting you, and our daughter in danger." There was hurt in his eyes. I grabbed his chin, and made him look me in the eye.

"You're the father of our child. I know that you will protect us with all your might. It doesn't matter if you're in a gang or if you own a mafia, I will always love you. And k know our little girl will love you too." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I hugged him, and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"How about we start thinking names for the baby?" I suggested. "I like that." He lead me towards the living room and we thought about names for our baby.