Desirable

Chapter 11

One year later.

"Shh, you're okay Seth." Lauren says softly as she rocks the one-year-old.

Seth cried, gripping onto Lauren's shirt. He was teething and wouldn't stop crying.

Sighing, Lauren made her way into the kitchen and found Summer looking at a picture in confusion.

"Summer are you okay?" Lauren asked, bouncing Seth on her hip.

Looking up the four year old points to someone in a picture she found. "Who's he?"

"That's no one." Lauren said. "Where did you find that?"

"It was in Prue's room, under a bunch of books." Summer says a frown on her face.

"You should put it back." Lauren said, shifting Seth in her arms.

Nodding, Summer leaves the kitchen.

"Mom, we need a bigger house." Emilia complains as she walks into yet another walking toy.

"You're not wrong there Emi." Lauren said with a nod. She began making Seth's milk formula.

Seth continued crying and rubbed his eyes tiredly, it was his nap time.

"Ugh, any chance we can convince mama of that?" The twenty year old asked as she sat down at the kitchen table.

"Depends on the mood she's in." Lauren said, lifting Seth's bottle and held it up to his mouth for him to drink.

Seth immediately grabbed the bottle and laid his head on her shoulder.

"Same thing with Prue lately." Emilia mumbles.

"What do you mean, Emi?" Lauren asked with a frown.

"Prue's been really moody since she had Aiden and nothing I do makes her happy." The twenty year old responds.

Lauren sighed. "Come here." She motioned for Emilia to go over to her so they could hug.

Standing up, Emilia moves over to Lauren and hugs her with a sigh.

"Everything's going to be okay." Lauren whispered in her daughter's ear before kissing her cheek and holding her close.

"I'm not so sure, she's been pushing me away and only seems to care about Aiden." The younger girl responds.

Summer walks into the kitchen again and sits at the table with a frown.

"Just promise me you'll come to me if you ever get those feelings you had when you were sixteen again." Lauren said.

"I will, I just want to know what I did wrong." Emilia responds.

Summer looks up at them. "It's not you, it's me."

Emilia and Lauren pulled away from each other and turned to look at the four year old. "What?" They said simultaneously.

"She's mad 'cause I don't remember." Summer mumbles, looking down at her hands.

"She's not mad at you." Emilia said. "That isn't your fault."

Shaking her head, Summer looks up at them with tears in her eyes. "She stops talking if I walk in."

Emilia shook her head. "That's not your fault. She does that to everyone. She's in a bad mood."

"Does she not love me because I can't remember her?" The four year old asks in confusion.

Emilia shook her head. "That's not it." She walked over and knelt down in front of Summer. "She's just having a hard time."

Nodding her head, Summer runs a hand through her hair. "Who was the man in the picture?"