Miserable at Best (Sequel to Our Never Ending Melody) (NateWantsToBattle)

Prologue

She's sleeping. He's sleeping.. I'm awake.

I thought she'd never stop crying.. She cried for a full hour.. This child of ours is only four days old, and she already is uncomfortable.

She won't sleep in her bed, so I've asked Nate to swaddle her in a blanket. She's finally asleep. On him.

I was sitting in the living room, with the TV on. He's asleep, an she was asleep. He's not in a dead sleep, thankfully, because the baby was asleep on him.

So much has been changed since last year. So much has changed since Nate left, and returned. After he left, I found out I was expecting his child.

Six months later, I found him again. At the Graveyard, finally giving his condolences to our good friend Hunter Hughes, who died in a car accident him and Nate had. He then realized I was there, then discovered I was Pregnant.

Two days after that, he stayed in the hotel for a bit, gathering things, and then finally came home. Where he belongs.

I found out he had a dog. Another dog, other than Bowser. He said he found a dog in a trashcan, then claimed it as his own. Though sadly, after he moved back in, Survivor ran away..

... All I need to say is everything is good.. For the most part. Our good friends Phoebe and Brett Gear moved from Orlando to Burbank. They live with us now, and got to see the baby first hand.

I froze, after hearing the baby whine little, but relax to find her just breathing. Nate didn't budge.

I somewhat seem safer, knowing the baby is with him, for some reason. If I had the baby, and fell asleep, I'd suffocate her.

It's almost as if Nate knows, there's a small child sleeping on him. For some reason, I feel as if our daughter is most comfortable with him. Granted, she is comfortable with me, being I am her mother, but she calms right now with her father. But when she's hungry, she wants nothing to do with him, but any other time, all she wants is her dad.

And, truthfully, I don't blame her.

This doesn't feel real. Having a daughter doesn't feel real.

But we know it's real. She's real.

Looking away from my boyfriend, I see Phoebe quietly walking into the living room, trying her damn hardest to stay quiet.

She knows the baby wakes up to the slightest movement or noise.

"Phoebs, what's up?" I ask, making her look up.

"Oh, you're awake!" She sighed. "I thought you three would be asleep."

"Only the daughter and father are asleep." I smile faintly.

She looked over, before walking to my side.

"She's attached." I say silently.

"Oh, I'm sure he is too." She said to me.

He can't even hear us. He fell asleep with headphones on, trying to learn a new song.

"I mean, of course he is." I say quietly. "That's his little girl."

She looked over then sighed. "This doesn't feel real." Phoebe said to me.

"I know. But she is real.. I still feel all of the pain from having her." I say.

Phoebe smiled a little looking at me.

"I find it so hard to believe the youngest couple in this household has the first kid." She said. "You're younger than me, and Nate's younger than all of us."

"It was bound to happen." I explain.

"I didn't think this soon." Phoebe started. "The Nate you meet three years ago, you know, the loud and fun guy you've surrendered your life to, do you see that clumsy idiot wanting kid?"

"No, I know Nate didn't want kids. He made that clear... I didn't want kids either.. But then I saw Nate with Briar for the first time, and my entire outlook on him changed."

"How so?"

"I see that he's not just some insane, crazy talented boyfriend. He's actually someone I know I can have a family with." I say.

"Well," Phoebe started quietly. "You certainly have a family with him. I mean, have you seen this accomplishment you two have? A baby. Human life. You two made that baby, an amazingly beautiful one at that."

... She's right..

I now realize what we have done. This baby is such a big accomplishment. We managed to make this child.

"So, when are your parents coming down?" Phoebe asked me silently, her voice fading after seeing Nate move slightly, causing the baby to swaddle the blanket more.

"My mom and Alex are gonna be here tomorrow or maybe two days after that. Though, Nate's parents, we don't have a set date on. His dad is still in Germany, but his mom is going to try her best to come down to see the baby."

"Oh, well. I hope they can make it down." She sighed.

"Yeah, me too."

Phoebe sighed, looking over to the clock in the kitchen.

"I'm going back to bed, night Morgan." She said to me.

I look at her, before watching her leave.

"Night..."