Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

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Chapter Twenty-Five: "P"

Baby Girl's POV

"WHAT THE FUCK IS homeostasis?" Grayson asks, looking down at the textbook. I stare at him with the least bit of enthusiasm as possible, wondering if he was serious?

"Did you pay any attention in biology in tenth grade?" I ask. "That's literally all we talked about."

He shrugs unapologetically. I hated when he did that. Sometimes I wished he cared about things more than he did.

"What's number three?"

"You're on three?"

"Yeah. What number are you on?"

"Fifteen," I answer blankly.

He closes his book and put his paper to the side.

"That's enough studying for one day. I'm done."

I continue to work. I didn't like being behind in my classes. It drove me wild. I could barely even concentrate in the classroom, so I had no time to slack at home.

"Isn't all that stress bad for the baby anyway?" Grayson asks.

I groan, "I wish people would stop saying that word!"

"What... Baby?"

"Yes!" I huff clutching my hair with my fingers.

"What's so wrong with the word Ba-"

I look at him with stone-cold eyes, and he immediately stops talking. I couldn't bear to hear the word baby anymore. Everyone mentioned my pregnancy at least every five minutes, and it was growing annoying.

"Okay, I won't ask."

"Good."

"Great."

"Amazing."

"Amazeballs," Grayson says chewing on the end of a pencil.

"This isn't a competition," I reassure him.

"I know, but it's fun annoying you."

"Don't. I have enough problems already." My attitude was at a one hundred right now, but only because I had a major headache. I felt hungover, sleep deprived, and nasueated all at the same time.

"Why are you treating me like this?"

"Like what?" I ask angrily.

"That!"

"I'm just trying to get things done, and my body is just so against me," I whine. "I'm sorry, and you're honestly not helping any."

"Why don't you just relax then?" Grayson asks, taking the notepad and pen away from me. He sits them on the table and grabs my hands.

"Relaxing isn't going to make me valedictorian," I argue.

"Well I think salutatorian is just as good."

"Not in my eyes."

He laughs, "Stop being such an over- achiever."

"Stop being such and under-achiever," I snap.
 
"Stop being a smart-ass."

He kisses me,  but I put no effort into trying to kiss him back. I was still mad at him, but I admit that he was really cute.

"No love, Huh?" he frowns.

I raise my eyebrow and push him away from my face.

"I see how it is."

He lays down on the bed, continuing to laugh over the fact that I was upset. I didn't find it funny in any way, but I was glad that I could provide some source of entertainment to him.

The door opens, and I look over my shoulder to see who it is. Mel.

"Baby, mom said-" she stops talking as soon as she spots Grayson.

"Hey," he greets her, sending a small wave through the air.

She returns the gesture and focuses her attention back onto me.

"Mom says drink the protein shake she made you in the fridge, and that she's working late so we'll have to cook the Alfredo ourselves."

I nod. I had no intentions of drinking a crummy protein shake, but Alfredo sounded good. Pasta was everywhere in our house.

"I can help you guys if you want," Gray offers to help.

I snicker. "You? Cooking? No. No. No. I'm not dying in a fire tonight."

He shoots me a disapproving look.
"The only thing I've ever burnt is toast, and I'm pretty sure everyone's done that before."

"I haven't," Mel says still standing at the door.

I raise my eyebrow and make an Mhm sound.

"What!? I can really cook. Ask Ethan," Gray protests.

I continue to read from the text book, no longer listening.

"Okay, I guess I'll have to show you."

He stands up, and I look at him. I could tell that he was going to try and cook anyway. There was no convincing him otherwise.

"Okay then. Go cook. At this point I'll eat anything," I mutter.

"I'll get the fire extinguisher," Mel jokes.

"That's not funny."

I cover my face with the paper as I laugh.

"That's not funny. You guys are vibe killers."

Mel and I continue to laugh uncontrollably, but it wasn't even at the joke anymore.

"I'm just going to go cook," Grayson announces. He leaves the room as we keep aughing. After a while it became too painful to continue, and we finally stop.

I finish a small paragraph of a paper I had been writing and sit it aside.

My phone had buzzed, but I didn't want to check it. I was honestly tired of my phone at the moment. I turned Hemlock Grove on and watched again for the third time. It was about the only Netflix show that I could endure more than once, other than Big Mouth.

It was about forty-five minutes later that I had begun to smell something really good. I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and paused before entering.

Grayson was in an apron, sauteing shrimp. For a minute, he looked like an actual cook. It was quite sexy, and I was all for it. Mel was laughing and practically mooning over him. It seemed to her that everything that he was saying was funny.

I walk in, and she immediately changes her demeanor.

"So you really are a cook," I state. There were mozerella sticks lying on a plate beside me. I take one and bite into it. I soon regret it because it almost burnt my mouth.

"Told you," Grayson says laughing as he watches me struggle with the mozerella stick. I roll my eyes.

"What were you two talking about?" I ask curiously looking at Mel.

"Nothing-"

"Prom," Grayson interrupts her.

"Yeah prom," she restates. She was looking nervous, and I could feel the elephant in the room getting bigger and bigger.

"Well prom surely isn't nothing, Mel. Especially since we're seniors now!" I say faking an excited tone. I was taking a trip down jealousy street.
She picks up on it, and rolls her eyes.

"I'm going upstairs," she announces. We watch her do so.

"What was that all about?" Grayson asks. I shrug and eat another mozerella stick.

"She probably had something better to do."

I didn't want to admit that I was jealous. Not even a little bit. Not now, not ever. She was on my territory now, and I wasn't the sharing type. Especially when it came to Grayson.

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Sorry I rushed this chapter. I was just trying to push an update. I hope you vote though.

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