R5 Imagines

Rocky and Chasidy: Part Three

YO GURL! I'm back! I've been crazy busy and crazy sick but I'm getting better. Sort of! Hope you like "part the third" of your imagine :)
-kaylamarie

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Chasidy's POV
"Hey, do you got some paint?" Rocky asked.
"Maybe. Why? Should I be worried?"
"Nah." Rocky shrugged.
I gave him a look.
"Okay. Maybe a little."
I showed him where my art supplies were and then chuckled as he concentrated on his "fantastic idea" in one of my girly aprons. He took all the extra eggshells and an old huge white sheet and brought everything outside. What on earth was he up to?
Suddenly, he came back inside to help me finish up icing the cupcakes.
My phone rang.
"I'll get it!" Rocky announced. "Lol. No I won't." He snickered.
I laughed and picked up the phone.
Rocky's POV
I couldn't wait till Chasidy was finished on the phone. Out of the blue, her facial expression changed. She looked angry and hurt. What had gone wrong? Who was talking on the other line? Was she okay? My mind raced with questions. I just hoped my new darling friend was okay.
She hung up her phone and tears started streaming down her face. I didn't know what was wrong but I did know that she needed a hug.
"All those cupcakes. Gone to waste. She didn't need them. It was a prank and I fell for it and my boss got mad and fired me. Rocky, I'm so sorry. I just-"
I put a finger to her lips and lifted an eyebrow. "Shh...."
"But-"
"Nuh-uh. Just calm down. Everything will turn out a-okay. I promise. Things will get better. I'll help."
"You will?"
"Of course." I smiled.
She sniffed and took a deep breath. "What was the stupid thing you were working on outside, Middle Child?"
"Wanna see?"
"Sure..."
I led her outside and showed her my plan.
Chasidy's POV
Rocky had filled some of the extra egg-shells with paint.
"We can make art by throwing the egg-shells at the sheet."
"Oh....hey that's actually pretty fun."
Rocky and I had a paint fight in addition to making a masterpiece. Rocky also started a sticky food fight with some extra cupcakes. By the end of the day, we were paint covered, frosting-scented lil' brats who sat there admiring our grand masterpiece.
FOUR YEARS LATER
Years ago, Rocky had said things would get better and that he would help. Well he was correct. Things did get better and he certainly did help. We opened our own bakery after our wedding and had two little masterpieces with one on the way.
"Mommy? Daddy? Eleanor spilled the flour again..." Our son, Jackson informed us.
I sighed. "Eleanor-" but Rocky cut me off
"You know what that means right?" He asked.
Both kids and I stared at Rocky blankly.
Rocky smirked. "It means....FLOUR FIGHT!!!"