Irresistible

Chapter Thirty-Four

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Chapter Thirty-Four

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Isabella sighs as she walks into Hunter's room, sitting down on his bed. "Hunter, I think, I think it's time we told everyone."

"What?!" Hunter asked, pushing himself up onto his elbows.

"I'm tired of hiding our relationship. Your mom knows about us. Can we please tell everyone else?" The blonde asked, running a hand through her hair.

Hunter bit his lower lip in the same way Quinn did. He was scared of everyone's reactions, their judgements.

"Please?" The fifteen year old asks softly.

"I don't know. What if they force us apart?" Hunter said uneasily.

Shaking her head, Isabella stands up. "Forget it." She says softly, making her way toward the door.

"Isabella, please, stop." Hunter said. His voice sounded weak.

"Why?" The blonde asked, turning to look at him. "So you can give me more reasons to hide?"

"I'm just scared." Hunter admitted, looking down at his hands. "My mom said that she and mama were looking at soccer schools, for me. Boarding schools. If they find out about us I might be leaving sooner than they planned."

Sighing, Isabella runs a hand through her hair. "I'm tired of hiding."

"I know and I'm sorry." Hunter said.

Forcing a smile, Isabella turns and opens the door. "Me too." She whispered before leaving the room.

Hunter flopped back against the bed sighing heavily. He rolled onto his front and buried his face in his pillow.

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"Toby, lay down." Prue snapped, she was completely exhausted, it was around four in the morning and the three year old wouldn't sleep.

Tobias rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed. "Happy?"

"Go to sleep." Prue says, laying him down and covering him up. "I have school in the morning."

Tobias rolled onto his side and faced away from Prue.

Sighing, Prue kisses his forehead just as Dariella wakes up.

Sitting up quickly Dariella starts throwing up.

Prue moved over to her daughter, holding the bucket up to Dariella's chin. She rubbed her daughter's back.

"She okay?" Camila asks softly from the doorway.

The twelve year old doesn't respond, her focus on Dariella.

Dariella finished throwing up and flopped down on the bed tiredly, closing her eyes.

Lifting the three year old up, Prue carries her into the bathroom and starts the bath, turning it on warm. "Can you grab her a change of pajamas and take her covers off the bed?" She calls to Camila.

"Yeah." Camila said. She pulled the covers off the bed and put them in the washing basket before taking a clean pair of pajamas to Prue.

The twelve year old had Dariella stripped and in the tub, running a washcloth over her back. "Do we have a thermometer?" She asked, looking toward Camila.

"Yeah." Camila said. She moved over to the medicine cabinet and opened it. Looking through it, she could only find Jasper's baby thermometer.

Grabbing the thermometer from Camila, Prue puts it under Dariella's tongue and frowns when it shows - 101.4 - "Can you get the infant tylenol?"