Sam's POV
I lean up against the door with my back to it. That was really weird. He suddenly couldn't get out of here fast enough. Was it something I said? I better get used to it. I'm sure that's going to be how most guys feel about me and the baggage I now carry...I don't consider Kevin "baggage" but he's connected to Niall and I consider Niall "baggage".
Well, Kevin, looks like it's just you and me, kid.
My phone goes off with a text. It's Harry.
"Sorry I had to run out of there so fast. Dinner didn't agree too well with me tonight. It was good to see you two."
"No worries. I'm glad we were able to get together before you left. :) Thank you, again, for the flowers and teddybear." I respond.
"You're welcome. Get some sleep, Mum."
"Yes, Dear! Night! Smooches!" I hit send and smile at my phone. I don't know if I buy the whole upset stomach thing but I am glad he didn't go running out the door never to be seen of heard from again.
I curl up in bed and prepare for another night of cat naps and feedings.
* * * *
Kevin is two and a half months old. Hard to believe that much time has passed. Niall has been out with his mom a couple of weekends. They stay in a hotel with Kevin. They are the loneliest weekends for me. I usually go visit my parents, visit Anne, cater to Lisa's wedding crap...Man! Has she turned into a bridezilla!...or just curl up and wish for the weekend to be over. The latter one is what try to avoid. I don't need to throw myself a pitty party.
A couple weeks after Kevin was born, my mom insisted we head to Reno so Niall and his mom could have him out there. It was a long trip and she really underestimated how much work it was going to be. Personally, it seriously sucked and I was glad that she got smacked with reality. When we were leaving, it was pretty much expected we'd be back in a couple weeks. Uhhh...no. My mom ranted about the ungrateful expectations of people, how it was a one time thing, and how dare they assume it was happening in a couple weeks all the way home...all three and a half hours. I just sat in the passenger seat smirking repeatedly biting my tongue and holding back from saying "I told you so".
Niall and I have gone to mediation to go over visitation and child support. Visitation was easy. He thought the child support was too high. I just went with the state minimum requirements. It isn't all about the money for me. Yes, every little bit helps, but I'd rather he be an active participant in this child's life. We finally settled on it all and had the papers filed. So far he's been consistent with what was agreed upon.
Lisa is out of control on this wedding stuff. Looks like her bridesmaids are staying at our place on the wedding weekend. This should be a houseful. It's only for a couple days and it's a little more than four months away. Hopefully, Kevin will be sleeping through the night so they won't get woken up by a screaming kid.
I've got Lisa's bridal shower planned and I'm doing a mellow bachelorette party when all the bridesmaids get out here. Lisa isn't the clubbing type and she wanted to just sit at home and watch movies. I came up with dinner and a comedy club. She put her stamp of approval on that one.
I park the car and get Kevin in his carseat out of the back. I need to pick up a couple things from the grocery store. It looks like Josh is working today. He has gotten moved up to the customer service booth. He's getting married to Stacy in a couple months. I, actually, got an invite to the wedding. Isn't it ironic how things turn around?
"Hey, Sam!" Josh greets me just as I walk in. "Is this the little guy?" He hasn't met Kevin yet.
"Hi, Josh! Yep! This is the new man in my life, Kevin." I smile and hold up the carseat so Josh can see him.

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