Always My Forever

Chapter 7

                    Karaline

When we leave the doctors office I head straight home. Cammie should be home from work by now and I have to tell her what just happened. I'm still in shock. I honestly never thought I'd see ky ever again after I snuck out of his bed all those months ago. I was prepared to raise this baby just like I raised Danni, with the help of my parents and Cammie and her family. I don't know what I would have done without everyone's help. I'm sure this time around will be worlds different. I'm not a scared eighteen-year-old kid anymore with no experience in anything. When I had Danni, I was beyond scared. I had no idea what I was going to do. How was I supposed to be responsible for this tiny little life when I didn't even know what I was doing with my own? Raising Danni has been the hardest thing I have ever done. There were literally days when I had no more of myself to give, and we would just cry it out together. After she was first born we lived with my parents. They were amazing and helped me out when I needed them, but they have their own lives so they couldn't always be there. We stayed with them for a little over two years while I went to school to get my associates degree in graphic design, then me and Cammie decided to rent the house we're in now, together. Even though these have been the hardest years of my life, I wouldn't change anything. I've tried so hard to make up for the fact that Mason isn't around to help me out, and I think I've done a pretty good job so far.

Pulling into the driveway, I see that not only is Cammie home, but her Brother Zander is also here. God I love him. Not in the romantic sense, but as a great friend. And Danni absolutely adores him. Zander is two years older than me and Cammie, and I had the biggest crush ever on him for about three years. The first time I went to Cammie's house and saw him I literally drooled. He's beyond gorgeous. His hair is so dark it looks black. He's always kept it cut shorter on the sides and longer on top. And even in high school, he was over six feet tall. For only being seventeen he was in amazing shape, but I guess that could be because he's now a professional MMA fighter, and he had been training in a gym, even back then. Zander Pratt is one of the best men I know. He's been there for me and Danni from day one. He always jokes and makes everyone laugh. For someone who's supposed to be this big badass guy, he's seriously the most laid back person you'll ever meet.

Pulling Danni from her seat, we head up the driveway to make our way inside. Before we even get to the door, it swings open. As soon as Danni sees Zander standing in the doorway she drops my hand and takes off running for him. Zander gets ready and opens his arms wide to catch her when she flings her tiny body at him with all her might. "Uncle Z, guess what!" She's so excited she nearly falls out of his arms because she's wiggling around so much. Laughing, he kisses the top her head. Once they walk inside Z puts her down and kneels down in front of her, giving her his undivided attention. "What, pretty girl," he asks. "I'm going to have a baby sister! Now I won't have boogers all over my toys! Momma, can we please name her Moana? Please, please, please!! That would be sooo cool!"

Shaking my head, I give a little laugh and walk past the two of them to sit down on the couch. "Um...I don't think so Danni girl. How about we go through a big list of pretty names and we can pick one out together."
"Okay." She sounds so sad, and I feel bad for about one second, then I remember how sick to death I am of Moana. If she could maybe just fall off that damn boat and drown in the ocean I'd be a happy mom. That's not too much to ask for, is it?

Coming out of my thoughts, I realize that Cammie and Z have come into the living room to join me while Danni runs off down the hall. Hopefully to her bedroom to play with the hundreds of toys she has scattered around everywhere and not to get into something she's not supposed to be in. That never ends well. A few months ago, Cammie's nail polish collection went from around twenty or so colors......down to seven. Apparently Danni thought it was the best idea ever to use Cams' polish to paint pretty pictures on her art easel. Which wouldn't have been a huge deal if the easel was the only thing she got nail polish on. It was a disaster! We had to leave the windows open for two days to get the smell of acetone out of the house. #momfailmoment