FOUND II [COMPLETED]

XXXVII

Isabella

One week later

"Jesus, her stomach is huge."

I was being nosey and watching Jeremiah scroll through the pictures Madison sent him earlier this morning. I guess her mother took some 'unofficial' pregnancy photos to post on Facebook, but apparently she wanted Jeremiah to be apart of the official photoshoot they had coming up in two weeks. He said he didn't mind doing it, but I'm still a little skeptical because we're still not positive that he's the daddy yet. I'm not saying I don't want him to be, because he seems excited about the whole thing and I'm happy he's happy. But it'd be a mess if he got this involved in home girl's pregnancy just for the DNA test to come back negative. That's all I'm saying.

Plus Jeremiah's still all bruised/ cut up from the fire, and the burns on his hands aren't even close to being healed so he has to keep them wrapped up. He claims they don't hurt that bad, but I know he's lying because he flinches whenever he accidentally bumps them against something. I just feel so bad. Everyone has some type of extreme damage except me, and that makes me feel like shit. It doesn't help knowing that this whole thing is probably my fault, because I'm sure Gina had something to do with it. If it weren't for me, Sienna would still be here and my family wouldn't be as broken as it is now.

Imagine having this much guilt resting on your shoulders. It's pure misery and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

As for Jeremiah, I just wish he'd take it easy for once. He's been completely ignoring the doctor's orders for him to be on bed rest because he claims he's fine. I'm not trying to sound like a bitch, but the last thing he needs to be worried about right now is a photoshoot with a girl he allegedly knocked up. He needs to be relaxing and focusing on getting better. Our mom would literally flip her shit if she saw him walking around here like he has been for the past couple of days. He better be thankful she's still out of town or that'd be his ass.

Jeremiah kept scrolling through the photos. "I know." He chuckled and shook his head. "I know she's annoying as hell, but you gotta admit she's hot. Our daughter is gonna be beautiful."

"That's true." I agreed. I was relieved to see him somewhat happy, since this entire week has been utterly depressing.

We've both been taking the back staircase versus the main one just to avoid walking past the twins' room. Even Brooklyn's been staying in one of the guest rooms down the hall. Nobody's been in their room since it happened except my grandma, and that was just to get clothes and some of BK's toys. I know it's a form of denial, but I guess that's just the stage of grief we're all currently at. I can't really help that.

"Have you thought of names yet?" I asked. I was really hoping they wouldn't name her something completely basic, but then again it's not my place to decide. I can only offer suggestions, which I will be doing.

Jeremiah shook his head. "Nah, not really. I haven't talked to Madison in awhile, so she's pretty pissed at me. Rightfully so I guess. But I'm trying to do better now." He told me. "I called her last night and gave her a brief explanation of what's been going on and she understood. That's why she sent me these pictures today. I guess she ain't mad anymore." He shrugged.

"Oh okay. That's good, I guess." I nodded. Jeremiah locked his phone and put it back in his pocket. We both stayed quiet for a few minutes and took some time to enjoy the view of the Los Angeles skyline from our backyard. With everything going on, we haven't really had a minute to just breathe. Whether it was hiding from the media when we switched flights a few days ago or covering our faces in the car while Julius fought of the crowd of paparazzi waiting outside the gates of our house; it's been chaos. Ever since the news released that Sienna died and that there was a mysterious explosion at our grandmother's house, the reporters haven't given it a rest. Social media's been full of theories and apologies and tributes too, from fans to celebrities. My mom's stayed silent this entire time though, despite all the big talk show people and news outlets reaching out to her and Yvette. She's denied Ellen, Oprah, CNN representatives, TIME magazine, everyone. I don't blame her at all. I think we both wished everyone would just be respectful and let us grieve in peace. Like is that too much to ask?