Raura's Daughter

twenty.

3 weeks later...

Laura's POV

Flustered, I rushed up and down my creaky staircase with curse words slipping out of my mouth and curlers intact with my brunette hair. "Mom!" I called out in a panic before sitting down in front of my mirror and pulling my loose curls out from the curlers I'd had in for almost twenty four hours. "Mom!" I repeated with a frustrated sigh before she appeared in my doorway with Isabella in her arms who was still dressed in her breakfast covered pyjamas.

"What's up honey? I was feeding Bella some delicious baby breakfast." Mom motioned to Isabella's messy pyjama top. Then she paused, eyed me up and down and beamed with excitement. "You look gorgeous! I'm loving the curls." She added before flicking one of my curls with her index finger.

I smiled back and continued to take the curlers out of my hair, after all I had absolutely no time to lose. "I can see that." I mumbled pointing to Isabella's messy clothes. "Would you be able to clean her up for me and put her into the bridesmaid dress? I'm running so late."

Mom tickled Isabella's stomach and they both giggled amongst themselves. "Of course baby. It's hanging up on her bedroom door, right?"

I nodded with another flustered smile and moved onto my makeup. I decided that I wanted to keep it simple and natural more than over the top and glamorous. I didn't exactly own any high end makeup to do much to my skin anyway, I usually had to work with what I had and most of the time that wasn't much. "Troy is coming in an hour. Please be on your best behaviour mom!"

Mom rolled her eyes and chuckled before carrying Isabella out into the hallway who was gurgling strange words to herself and trying her hardest to say her first word. "Don't worry! Bella and I will tell him how much you love him!"

"I don't love him!" I yelled with a quiet giggle and a smirk. As my bedroom door closed and I was left with the frail reflection of my exhausted face all I could think about was Ross. It had been two weeks since I'd seen him, he wasn't allowed back at school for awhile after Courtney fought with him. The great news was that his parents had both recovered after their injuries during their car crash and were home safely for Rydel's wedding.

I couldn't help but think about our kiss. Had he felt butterflies too? Had he felt sick to his stomach with wonder about what we could be? I was trying my hardest to brush my feelings off but I couldn't. I couldn't forget about Ross Lynch no matter how hard I tried to. He was stuck in my head and no matter what I did or who I spent my days with he could never leave my mind. He was always there in the back of my thoughts desperately trying to push his way forward into my head.

I glanced at my bridesmaids dress that was laid out on my bed behind me. I smiled and pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. In just a few hours I'd be wearing that beautiful pink dress and I'd have to see Ross again with Troy on my arm and our daughter in my embrace acting like nothing had happened between us.

It sucked.

A lot.

My cellphone buzzed from beside me, pulling me out of my deep thoughts. I groaned and answered the call, Troy's excited voice quickly coming over the speaker. "Laura hey! I wanted to call to make sure we're still on for the wedding."

I gazed at myself in the mirror and nodded. "Of course, why wouldn't we be?"

Oh I know why we wouldn't be. Maybe because I kissed my ex boyfriend, the father of my daughter just a few weeks ago? Or maybe because deep down in the pit of my broken heart I could still feel a butterfly flicker it's wings for Ross whenever he was around me? Yeah, maybe that's why I wouldn't be.