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Chapter 29

Hey guys, it's Ary! I know. I know. You probably want to punch me in the face or something like that. All I can say is I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in over a month. I got my wisdom teeth out, and had dance practice, and started my junior year all with in a weeks time. I know that's not an excuse but it's all I have to explain why it took so long to update. I can't believe how far this story has come. When I uploaded this I didn't think it would go anywhere and now I'm at over 32,000 reads. I feel so happy and blessed to have you guys read and actually like my stories and see comments from you guys saying it's your favorite book just makes my day better and keeps a smile on my face. I wish I could pay you back some way (updating more would be a start (:) So here it is. After a month of waiting, it's finally time to upload Chapter 29!

Oh and one more thing. I noticed a lot of you messaged me personally asking when the next update was. For some reason my phone doesn't notify me when I get personally messages. I changed the settings and everything but if you want to get a hold of me quickly, message me on instagram or kik. They're both the same name I have here. Follow me and I'll follow back. Okay. Enough rambling. Onto the story.

"I think we should do like a green. I don't want the room to be covered in pink." I grabbed another swatch of paint from the stack on the floor, holding it up to the wall. My mom stepped back looking at it, looking at the furniture and back at the color.

"I see what you're saying. Alright we will go with the green and a little bit of pink. You are nothing like me. You're just like your fath..." My mom stopped mid sentence and turned away, bending down to pick up the fabric choices we had laid out. I let out a sigh and turned back to the color book in my hand. We were busy trying to figure out Alannah's room. I was already five months and only had four more to go. Like always, we weren't totally agreeing on the decor but since it was my baby, I kinda had more leverage. I didn't want a room covered in bright pink and flowers everywhere. It just wasn't me or Chres. When Alannah gets older and can decide herself, she can do what she wants with her room.

"How about this pink to go with it? Its not too bright and it goes well with the furniture as well." I laid a pink over the green and put it across the bed. My mom turned back and her face lit up in excitement.

"Yes and it goes so well with this bedding. Oh Destiny! It's gonna be beautiful. I remember when I was decorating your room." She began fanning her eyes, trying to prevent herself from crying. I gave her a smile and felt the water works coming myself. I let out a small sob and pulled her into a hug. My hormones were all out of whack lately and were getting worse. I cried at any little thing for no reason. I had no clue how everyone put up with me. The other day I cried for twenty minutes because I spilled milk on the counter.

"What happened this time? Did she spill milk again?" I turned and saw Chres standing in the doorway, an amused look on his face. I pulled away from my mom, wiping my eyes on the back of my hand.

"No! Leave me alone. I have the right to be hormonal and cry when I want. This is partly your fault." Chres smiled and walked over to me. He grabbed the book from my hand, setting it down on the table. He gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head.

"I know and I'm sorry for laughing. How about ice cream? I need to go out anyway." That immediately grabbed my attention and I looked up, getting a hold of his hands. I still had Sam's threat fresh on my mind and I was still afraid of it. It had been three weeks since that day but I couldn't just forget about it. Chres was finally able to go back to work and was doing better but still had a little more recovering to do.

"Um...OK. Be careful and call me if you need something." I got on my toes and gave him a quick kiss. He pulled back and bent down, kissing my stomach, giving me another quick kiss on the forehead. He turned to leave, walking out of the door.