A Little Too Late (Third book to Adopted by Taylor Swift)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Bridget's POV

"Kyle!? Time for a bath!" I screamed from my room, Niall was in the backyard, doing something. He took him out to the park today and then brought him home with mud all over his face and clothes. And of course, I have to clean him up.

I had filled up the tub and put his toys in it, only way he will take a bath voluntarily. He came into the room with a sucker in hand. "where did you get that sucker?"

"daddy!"

I took it from him, "you're going to choke on that. no."

He started to cry, "daddy said I could" he screams "that's no fair!"

I ignore his screams and undress him, making sure I don't get the dirt on the floor. "mom! it's not fair!" I put his clothes in the hamper and set him in the tub, "he lets me all the time! Why are you being so mean?"

"I'm not being mean sweetie, I'm looking out for the best for you. dunk your head down now please" I got his hair wet and he stopped crying. "I'll make you dessert later, I just don't want you choking on anything."

I scrubbed him up and washed his hair again, getting him out of the tub and dried him off. We got his pajamas on and he ran out to the living room. "I want pudding!"

That kid is so damn spoiled, he's three years old and he gets pudding right before bed. When I was a kid... no I'm not that old I'm not getting into saying that horrible line. But we didn't even have pudding to eat! Okay, I just had to finish my thought.

I grabbed a pudding cup from the fridge and gave it to him, standing across from him, "wheres your father?"

"Uncle Harry stressed Daddy out today, so I think he's outside."

Why was he stressed? What was Harry pressuring him about? Is that why he was crabby this morning? What was on his mind? I had a lot of questions, just from that one sentence my son provided me with.

Niall walked into the kitchen, rubbing his temples. He went over to our cupboard and getting out a glass. Slamming the door. "Kyle, I think it's time for bed."

"but I didn't finish my pudding!"

"you can another night."

I grabbed him out of the chair and carried him to his room. I tucked him in and kissed his forehead "I love you."

"I love you mommy."

I turned on his nightlight and turned off his real light. Heading back into the living room I spotted Niall sitting on the couch drinking a beer. "what's going on babe?" I sat next to him

"I don't want to talk about it" I got a hint of smoke smell from his breath

"Niall were you smoking?!"

"I've been in a lot of pressure lately"

"doesn't mean you smoke! We have a son in this house! And two other kids right here!" I pointed at my stomach and looked back up at him "no more."

He put his head down, "okay."

"tell me what has been going on" I got closer to him, trying to make him feel comfortable.

"the boys want to do another tour."

"what! NO! no, no no. I am no! No Niall. I'm not going through this pregnancy by myself!"

"but I had to raise Kyle by myself!" he stood, pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his hair.

"that's different Niall! I was pursuing a dream and--"