The Baby Project

9. Birthday Party

CHAPTER 1:

~~Birthday Party~

INTRO:

"Ow"

"Belinda, that was not called for" I reply

"neither was that" she remarks

"for your information, I was not staring at his ass okay" I say

"Sure" she replies and I glare

"Okay, okay" she surrenders

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WE WERE SITTING ON THE COUCH. Billie, Michael, and the kids were over, Jake and his family were on there way. We were on the back porch, watching them playing in the sandbox and swingset, Lola was asleep on my chest, soft snores erupting from her tiny mouth.

"So how's everything going?"Billie asks me, the guys were in a deep conversation on last nights footy game

"Yeah okay...I'm just really tired" I reply glancing down at the baby, she just over 2 months old but she still wakes up at least 4 times a night, Billie smiles at me

"That's the one thing I didn't want, a baby, baby," she says and I laugh

"anyways how is Jamie going?" I ask Jamie was having some problems at school

"She's doing better, she has a couple of friends now, but she said that on a girl that doesn't like her told, her friend not to invited her to her party, that was hard you know, seeing your kids upset," she says and I put my hand on her thigh

"That's really sad, but you're doing a great job," I say

"but on another note what are you doing for your birthday," she says changing the conversation

"Well, Gray thought that we should just have a big barbeque and invite everyone, that way I can meet his family, etc," I say and she squeals

"Gray huh?" I give her a pointed look and she replies

"Hmm, that seems like a good idea"

"I'm glad," I say patting Lolas back

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1 week and 3 days later and its the day of my birthday and the barbeque. It coincidentally landed on a Sunday and 99% of the family could make it, we went to the store earlier and picked up all the supplies we needed, which pretty much cost half of our savings.

Grayson is in charge of cooking the food, whilst I am in charge of making sides, Billie is in charge of decorating the outside area and Michael, well he is in charge of keeping the kids entertained, pretty much making sure they do not scream or interrupt the process of getting everything ready.

"Crying baby" Michael says baging into the kitchen holding a tear stricken Lola, which I laugh at.

"Come here baby" I say taking her, immediatley calming her down