Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 79

AN: Okay, so I'm writing this on my computer (which is not fun) because my phone was knocked into an ocean by a little boy who is closely related to me (Not naming any names). But anyways, I'm in mourning for that reason and also because I lost all my streaks on Snapchat. I SHALL GET A NEW PHONE TOMORROW OR AT THE END OF THE MONTH but I'm just gonna update as much as I can on here so yeah.... I CAN'T FREAKING BOLD MY WORDS ON HERE unless I can and I just don't know how to do it, but I'm done with my mini rant so think I'll start writing now....

Ariana 

Sunday, 7:58 pm

"Yeah, they both have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Aviella has to get two shots, which is gonna suck for everyone involved, especially for those of us who can't stand the sight of needles." I tell Olivia.

I was talking to her on FaceTime while Justin and Aviella were playing a game on Justin's laptop. The only reason I was talking about Aviella's shots was because she had headphones on. She looks up at me.

"Did you call me, mommy?" She says.

I shake my head since she can't hear me and Olivia laughs.

"My daughter is calling me. She's supposed to be asleep." Olivia says.

"That's what daughters do."

"Yeah. I'm so happy I'm having a boy."

"Well, I'm perfectly fine with my two girls. Speaking of which, my baby girl is waking up."

"Awe, let me see her." Olivia smiles.

I take Bella out of her swing and hold her in front of my phone.

"Look at her! She's so adorable. I love her so much." 

"I do too. But she shouldn't be waking up right now. Seriously, she should be going to sleep."

"Did you really just try to control a newborns sleeping schedule?"

"No. I did not."

"It sounds like you did to me."

"Of course it sounds like that to you."

"Ari, I think it's time for Aviella to go to bed." Justin says.

I look over at him and see Aviella sitting up with her eyes closed.

"I'll put her in bed. You take Bella." I give Bella to Justin and take Aviella's headphones off.

I pick her up and walk upstairs to her room, because, believe it or not, I can carry her.

Monday, 10:23 am

"I don't wanna go to the doctor!" Aviella whines.

"You have to go so we can make sure you're healthy." Justin replies, placing her in her car seat so she can buckle herself in, because she does that now.

"I already know I'm healthy." 

"Well, the doctor can confirm that for you." Justin closes his door and turns the car on.

I was in the backseat between Aviella and Bella, just in case Bella started crying, which she would because she absolutely hated the car. 

"She's crying because she doesn't wanna go to the doctor." Aviella mumbles.

"That could be true. If she knew she was going to the doctor." I reply.

The child was truly upset about going to the doctor, but I couldn't blame her because I hated needles. Not that she knew she was getting shots. She could figure it out on her own.