Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

🎓 T H I R T Y - T H R E E

Chapter Thirty-Three: "Graduation"

Baby Girl's POV

"DO THESE HEELS LOOK good or do the other pair look better?" Mel asks posing in different positions.

I ignore her and continue to scroll on my phone. Who wore heels to graduation anyway? People would almost break their necks walking across the grassy football field.

"Baby!" she screeches.

I shrug. "Just wear flats. That's what I'm doing."

"Ew. Flats make my feet look weird."

She marches off into the next room. I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"Maybe because your feet are weird," I mutter.

Mom enters with Wyatt in her arms.

"Look who's awake," she announces.

I smile and hold out for him.
"Hey cutie."

She hands him to me. I look into his brown eyes. He was the cutest thing on earth. I loved him so much.

"Ready to get your diploma, valedictorian?" Mom asks.

I groan, "No. I don't feel like giving a speech."

"Well you deserve it. Top of your class!"

Wyatt giggles, and so do I.

"See, even he thinks giving a speech is ridiculous."

Mom runs her fingers through his hair. It was light brown at the roots and dirty blond everywhere else. He had a tiny mark on his chin and even I knew better that it was possibly a mole.

"Hey doesn't Grayson have a mole on his chin?" Mom wonders as she studies Wyatt.

I look at her. "Yeah, why?"

"I was just asking. It's crazy how genetics work."

"Yeah," I whisper so quiet that it barely even counted as talking.

Dad walks Into the room and pours himself a cup of coffee.

"Hey princess," he shouts waiting for Mom to tie his tie. She walks over and works her magic. They really were goals.

I brush my hair to the side with my hand. Mel had put some curls in it and did my makeup. I looked pretty good if you asked me, but I felt like being a tomboy. I hated dressing up.

"OK, we're all ready to go," Mom declares. "I packed the baby bag. Now we just have to get them in their carseats."

I get down from the stool and make my way towards the living room. Mel comes down the stairs carrying Winter in her arms. She was still asleep.

"She's so peaceful, she says as she cradles her. I smile and put Wyatt in the car seat. He whines but quiets down once I give him a pacifier.

"He never sleeps does he?" Mel asks, putting Winter in her car seat. "Unlike this one."

"We girls just need our beauty sleep," I joke. We both laugh. Mel actually looked pretty for once. Her makeup wasn't too much, and she didn't have on anything too flashy.

Mom and dad walk into the living room.

"Put on your caps girls and let's take some pictures."

"Ugh. Do we have to?" I groan.

"Yes," Dad answers. "My girls are growing up, and I wanna have some pictures to remember this moment."

hated pictures, but Mel loved them. She took them nonstop. Her whole life was a photo album. After a few clicks of the camera, I look down at my watch.