Thief (n.g.)

Chapter 71

2 weeks later

Nash's POV

As we watch the TV, there is this unrealistic family on there.

"Yeah right! That's why I'm never having a family." I chuckle.

There are a couple of snickers across the room from my brother's and sister.

"What do you mean, not ever having a family?" Babe panics leaning off of me.

"Like, I'm never having kids."

Isn't it obvious enough?

"Why not?"

All of the attention is on Babe and I now. My brothers and sisters gazes, do not make this any easier.

"I don't want any." I simply answer.

"How could you not? How could you not want to have children? It's the one thing in life, other than cameras, that helps people remember you, it keeps your traditions going..." She looks around. "Don't you guys want that?... Cam?"

"Well," Cameron clears his throat and looks around, he looks a little embarrassed in fact. "I think I've raised enough babies."

"Well what about you Shawn, or you Brenna?" She so hopeful.

Both of them look at each other then to Babe, both shaking their heads.

"Brent?"

He shrugs slowly, "I don't know."

"Hayes, you have to agree with me!"

"I-I don't like thinking about that stuff..."

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable!" She says dramatically throwing her hand  in the air.

She stand to her feet and marches out of the living room.

"What is her problem?!" I beg.

"Well clearly, she's planning a future with you, she wants a family and you don't." Jack J simply says.

"Yeah, no shit, but she's been acting funny the past three days!"

"Maybe she's on her period?" Jack G suggest.

Tasia rolls her eyes.

"I better go talk to her." I sigh.

"No. I will." Brent says, while standing. "You keep apologizing too much,and you're not going to  mean it anymore."

Cameron sighs and gets our attention. "You guys know I didn't mean that in a bad way, about raising you guys, right? If I had to do it again, I would."

"We know bubby." Tasia says

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"Babe?" I ask as we lay in bed.

"Hmm?" She hums.

"I don't feel good."

Her cold hands touch my forehead.

"You don't have a fever, what's wrong?"

"My head hurts."

"Want me to go get you some medicine downstairs?" She offers, because she's freaking awesome.

"Yes please."

She gets out of bed, but isn't gone long. She comes back with a glass of water, and two pills in her hand. As I take the pills she carelessly flops into the bed facing away from me. Not in a mad way, but in a sleepy way.

"Babe!" I almost whine. "I thought we weren't sleeping like that anymore, I want you to cuddle me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she sighs turning around and putting her arm around me.