"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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"Tada!"
I peeked over the edge of my book, seeing Erica standing in front of me as she held a card that had some random name on it. I looked at the front of it, reading it to myself.
Janet Martin. Event Planner. I frowned as my eyes looked it over, before taking the card from her as I read all of the decorative font to myself quietly. All of her information being placed at the bottom for each picture, some of the events had looked like a hallmark card that was in a frame at the store.
A scoff left my lips before I rolled my eyes, the weight from the showcase book almost heavier than my school books. Erica watched me with a giant smile, before I looked at her while tossing it at the end of my bed.
"No." My head shaking, before she got the idea of annoying me with having a baby shower. "I don't wanna have a party, that's way too much for me to handle right now."
She instantly grew upset, before sitting down on the edge of my bed. Gripping my legs, while frowning at me. It's been only a couple of days and she had been hinting at a party for some time now, but with classes draining me and I had to be kept under a watchful eye. My mood just didn't scream 'party material' at the very moment, which isn't a bad thing - I don't think it had meant that I didn't love my child any less if I don't have a party.
Besides that can be made up in the future, and plus I already knew the gender of the baby. I mean sometimes, that's why they planned for those kind of parties. Just for the fun of every— one finding out the gender, plus the guests had to actually like each other to go to them.
"C'mon, I didn't get the opportunity of being with you on your birthday." Erica complained as she begged, laying her head down on top of my calves. "And this would be a good time to celebrate your pregnancy, just a bunch of us and some family members."
Helga was in the corner of my official new room that Zayn gave me, dusting at the book—shelf before perking up at the idea of a party.
She gave me a confused look, before sitting on the bed as well. "I don't mean to invade, but I agree with Erica. You should have something for yourself, and there is nothing better than celebrating a new life coming into the world."
It seemed like everyone was on board with me having a party, after Erica finally came back to Jersey with Harry. She had agreed to stay with me, just so I wouldn't be alone whenever the boys were busy. Most of the time, I was fed up with classes and I had a couple of shifts at the gallery. None of it seemed to be the perfect time, which made realize that it will never be a good moment. We needed to continue to stay under the radar, all while trying to find a way for me to keep my normal life intact.
"Not you too." I sighed as they both grinned at me, obviously doing work for Taylor since she had to be somewhere for Zayn. "You guys, I do not have time for a party." I gestured at the ton of paperwork in my lap, followed by the heavy amount of transcripts on my laptop.
