Zodiac Summer

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＊Sorry again for a really late update. I'm playing soccer and for some reason we practice for a majority of the day.

Aquarius's POV

After a bum-numbing, five and a half hour (not including pee breaks) drive, we finally made it to Leo's summer house.

"Welcome to my humble abode," the pink-haired girl greeted, making boisterous gestures.

"Hey Leo."

"First, I'll just show you to your rooms. We'll do house tour when everyone gets here."

"Alright."

Leo helped us unload the car and tote our luggage in the luxurious home.

"Jeez Louise, it's nice in here."

It was one of the houses that you really had to keep up. White walls (excluding the walls that were just window), stained wooden floors, art adorned the walls, and furniture added little pops of color. It's just like what Libra wants to do with our house.

Leo guided us to our respective rooms. I could tell she was trying to hold herself back from imploding with questions.

"Leo, did you know I'm pregnant? I don't think I told you yet." It was like Libra read the situation with ease and knew I didn't want to take charge.

"Oh, I_ umm...congratulations, I guess?"

"Tha_"

"I'm sorry I don't know what to say."

"Congratulations is fine."

"Welp, here's your room and congratulations."

"Thanks Le."

"Cong_ shit! You're welcome!"

"Here's our room for the summer," I announced before collapsing onto the soft bed. "Ahh, memory foam."

"It is nicer than our apartment."

"What's wrong with the apartment?"

"I just said this is nicer, Aqua. Let's not start about money."

"I wasn't about to," I lied.

"The only thing I don't like about the apartment is that we can't paint. I wanted to paint in the baby's room."

"We can use removable wallpaper."

"That stuff is a hassle to put up."

"Like the diaper changing station that didn't come with instructions?"

"Yep. I don't know if I wanna put Vennie in that thing." A small grin formed on my lips.

"So you've decided on a baby name."

"I didn't mean to say Vennie."

"No, I like Vennie."

"But my mom doesn't."

"Why does your mom get to make the decisions? It's our kid."

"You know how she is."

"And we really have to deal with that?"

"Aquarius, she's my mom and the baby's grandma. We have to make some sort of compromise for her to be happy."

"That's a load of crap! Why should we stop what we're doing so she can be happy?! She doesn't even pay for anything because it's my kid, but she expects us to break our backs to name the baby something stupid like Ignazio or Eugene."