CURRENTLY EDITING! (I wrote this when I was like 16 LOL so I definitely need to go back through and make better. Trust the process! 😌)
Peyton found herself in a rough spot in her life. Money was tight, she was getting by - barely - but something ne...
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Two years later. . .
"Theo!" Peyton yelled from our sons room. I stood up from the couch in our spacious living room, and walked to the love of my life.
"Whatcha need, babe?" I leaned against the doorframe, when Peyton turned around I was stunned by her beauty. Even with her hair falling out of her bun and our son on her hip, her growing belly catches my eye every time.
"Can you take him? I really need to pee," she quickly handed me our son and shuffled past me and I to the bathroom. I love her.
"Mama," my little boy said, Diego was getting so big, he'd make a great big brother when Ana Sofía gets here.
"Sí, Diego es mamá," we've been working on teaching him Spanish so he will know both languages. We want him to grow up in a bilingual household.
"Oh thank you, she's been on my bladder all day." Peyton smiled as she came back in our sons room to continue folding his clothes and placing them into his drawers.
"How's my little princesa, any day now," I waked over to her and rubbed her belly. Peyton smiled and looked at our boy in my arms.
"She's very active," she laughed, I leaned down and kissed her, then Diego decided he wanted to kiss his mama too, so he also bent down.
"When is everyone coming?" I asked her.
"Soon, very soon." She sighed and rubbed her belly. "I'm so tired at the point in the pregnancy, I wish we would've made plans for after Ana Sofía got here." I gave her a sympathy smile.
"I know, I'll tell everyone to leave at a reasonable time so you can sleep," she smiled gratefully at me as I heard the door beep go off.
"I'll go let them in," she nods and Diego and I walk out to the door.
There stood Mateo, Camryn, their son Nicolas, Maverick and his little girl May, and my dad Antonio.
"There is my other little grandson!" My dad pushed through the crowd and stole Diego from me.
"Hey bro," Mateo said as everyone walked in.
"Hey," I looked down at the little black haired, green eyed girl holding onto Mavericks leg. "Hey there little May," she smiled at me around the thumb in her mouth. Then she waved at me with her free hand.
Soon Peyton joined us, her hair was all put back together.
"Ah, mi dulce Peyton," my father gives her a sideways hug and she smiled at him.
