Under-going maintenance & extreme re-writing
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Helaina and Andrew were the power couple of high school. Not many high school relationships were destined to become more than that, but everyone expected Helaina and Andrew to get married and last for...
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*four months later*
Hope sat up on the middle of my queen-sized bed, propped up against a plump pillow, smiling aimlessly as I got ready.
Over the past few months, she has learned to love smiling. The only times she's really not smiling is when she is crying.
"You think this is good for grocery shopping?" I asked my baby as I flashed her my outfit that consisted of skinny jeans and v-neck t-shirt. It was nothing too complex, mainly because we were just going grocery shopping and I'm exhausted.
Hope didn't acknowledge my words, not that I expected her to, and continued smiling at her hands in her lap.
I couldn't wait until she could talk and I could have cute, childlike conversations with her.
"Ready?" I leaned forward to pick her up. She clapped her hands against her tummy as she made gurgling noises with her mouth, like she always does.
Today I dressed Hope in a polka dot onesie with a pair of jeans. Surprisingly, this October hasn't been too cold here in Pittsburgh, so that was all she needed on her arms.
I started walking out of my room, but didn't make it very far because Hope began crying, rubbing her hands together. That usually meant she wanted her blanket. It was a small quilt that Shea had made her when she was only a couple days old. She took an immediate liking toward it and often takes it with her everywhere.
Well, she cries if I don't take it with us everywhere.
With her on my hip, I went back into my room to grab lilac colored quilt out of her crib. She took the material into her fist and held on tightly.
Brennan was sitting in the kitchen at the table. He had his reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose with his laptop out in front of him. Not to even mention the amount of papers scattered about the table.
Being a probation officer is more work than I would've presumed. Now that I've first-handedly witnessed all the work Brennan puts in, while still managing to find time for Hope and I, I know it's no walk in the park.
"Where you headed?" He asked as he took his glasses off. Ever since we were younger, he's always hated wearing his glasses. He only wears them when he absolutely has to. Even when he's reading though, he only wears them when he has a headache.
"Grocery shopping."
"I can go," he offered.
"I'm capable," I chuckled. "Thanks though. You look like you have a lot on your plate right now, anyway."
