'She Doesn't Get It' - A Josh Hutcherson Fanfic.

part twenty-eight.

Part 28, Thalia's POV:

I woke up to my ringtone instead of Josh next to me. I can hear my mother's sweet voice and feel a rush of homesickness. 

"Hey mom," I say full of sleepiness.

"Hello beautiful, how are you?"

"I'm good. When am I gonna see you again?"

"Sooner than you think, honey."

The conversation goes on for awhile longer but I don't mention the pregnancy.

As the call ended, I hear a plate fall and someone cursing. 

"Hello?" I crawl out of bed and expect a busy Josh.

I sneak in the kitchen and I see Josh on his knees cleaning up eggs and bacon. I smile a bit when I hear him curse under his breath because he's so frustrated at this point. This is a mess of a kitchen so I kneel down and help pick up the mess off the floor as he glances at my face.

"You don't need to help me, babe."

"Well good mornin' to you you too." I smile at him.

"I wanted to give you breakfast in bed. The only thing that didn't get burn was the cereal and fresh fruit." He laughs and picks up the black toast.

"Aw, it's ok. I'll get cooking if you want." I suggest.

"No, I was hoping for the fruit instead."

"Ok?" I question and walk to the living room with a bowl of fresh strawberries and pineapple while Josh fills his with grapes and apples.

"I was hoping we can get to the little italian restaurant and then think of the day there." Josh says, waiting patiently for a response.

"Whatever sounds good to you, is good with me." I plop a strawberry in my mouth as I finish.

Josh laughs a little whenever I just agree with everything because I'm hungry I don't really care to reply, like right now.

"Alright," He pecks my nose and I throw a grape in my mouth.

For the rest of the morning, we sit watching Pink Panther and The Smurfs on cartoon network. I can imagine a baby sitting in the middle of us, laughing as bad as we are watching this. Being teen parents will be a struggle but I haven't felt like this with anyone else. I really don't give a fuck about what anyone else says about us being young or crazy. If you don't know how we feel, don't put words in our mouths. I may seem harsh right now but I'm so tired of everyone saying we're "too young" to raise a mini us. I will be the best mom I can ever be.

"Let's go to the restaurant?" Josh suggested.

"Sure." We get ready in my room since he packed two days worth of clothes and I slip on a dress and some flats with white ray bans. The dress is sheer so nobody can se my growing baby bump. At least I think I have one. Josh is dressed in jeans with a tank top. My favorite outfit he has I should add.

 We make our way to the restaurant by walking. I should hate it but I only added a pound since I'm like a week or so along. It's no biggie for me.  We walk for about half an hour to downtown LA which is surprisingly really close to Jennifer's condo. We're a block away from the restaurant when a group of paparazzi's start taking pictures of us. 

Josh's grips my hand tighter than ever. We do not want a repeat of what happened back in Australia. I hear hoarse voices asking me questions about the most stupidest shit ever.

"Thalia, how are you and Josh holding up? What about Alexander?"

"is Alexander gonna be your baby daddy anytime soon?"