Irresistible

Chapter 18

"Mama, who's that?" Prue asked, climbing onto the couch beside Normani.

It had been about a week since the baby was born and two days since Normani and Harley were released.

"This is Harley, your little sister." Normani explained.

Frowning, Prue poked the baby's nose. "Why is she wrinkly?"

"She's a new baby. You were the exact same." Normani said softly.

Scrunching up her nose, the three year old shook her head. "I was cute."

Normani nodded. "Still are." She said softly.

Isabella appeared beside her. "Can I hold Harley?" She asked, a hopeful smile on her face.

Lauren sat in the armchair across from them, her head in her hands. A quiet groan left her mouth. She had a really bad headache.

"Here Lo, take it." Camila said, offering Lauren one of her migraine pills.

Prue frowned and got up, making her way to her room and slamming the door.

Harley began crying and Lauren released another groan, rubbing her temples.

Camila sighed and ran a hand through Lauren's hair. "Why don't you go take a nap, let your meds kick in?"

Lauren shook her head. "I'll be okay." She said slowly, massaging her temples and hoping the pain would go away quickly.

"Are you sure?" Camila asked softly, leaning down and kissing Lauren's forehead.

Lauren squeezed her eyes shut and nodded once, curling up on the armchair and burying her face in her hands.

The pain wasn't going away but she didn't want to take Camila's attention away from Harley.

Picking Lauren up, Camila carries her into their room and lays her down on the bed. "Close your eyes."

Lauren pointed to the window where the sun was shining through. It was making her head worse. The sunlight was making her head worse.

Shutting the blinds, Camila climbs onto the bed, pulling Lauren close. "Get some sleep baby."

Lauren squeezed her eyes shut, gripping her forehead as she buried her face in Camila's chest to block out as much light as possible.

Camila ran her fingers through Lauren's hair until she fell asleep.

She kissed Lauren's forehead softly, feeling herself becoming tired.

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"They're getting rid of you." Emilia said coldly, pushing Prue down.

Tears filled Prue's eyes and she looked down.

"Emilia." Quinn scolded upon hearing what the young girl had said. She kneeled down in front of Prue. "We are not getting rid of you."

Prue started to softly sob, her body shaking.

Quinn pulled Prue into her arms, holding her close and rubbing her back. She heard Emilia sob loudly and run into her room.

"Want mama." Prue sobbed out, burying her face in Quinn's neck.

Quinn sighed. "Mama is sleeping." She said softly.

"Want mama!" The three year old sobbed louder.

"She's sleeping." Quinn repeated.

Pulling away, Prue throws herself down and begins throwing a tantrum.

Quinn sighed and stood up, running her fingers through her hair. She walked away from the girl, shaking her head. She wasn't in the mood for the girl's antics.