𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

2.6

Finn's POV:

Today was a big day, because we were taking Wesley to the doctor to see what all of the crying and stuff was about. We had to leave Wesley with the doctor for a minimum of an hour whilst they tested him. We knew more than anything that it was no longer stress from the kidnapping, it had to be something else.

Millie was getting Amelia ready for school, and I was getting Wes ready. I had put him in some black fabric shorts and a white t-shirt that said 'trouble' in black, along with his little vans. His curls fell from his head, just like my own. I helped him brush his teeth, then I brushed mine too.

"Are you ready to go?" Millie asked, walking in the bathroom.

"I think so." I said as I picked Wesley up. "Are you done, Wes?"

He just nodded in response, so we walked downstairs and got them in the car. Millie strapped Wesley in as Amelia was pretty capable of doing it herself. I started the car up, and soon enough we were on our way to the little local cafe for breakfast as we still had time before the doctors appointment and school.

Paparazzi were already taking pictures, but I guess that was expected when you go on Hollywood Boulevard for breakfast. Sometimes I wished that I didn't have that type of fame, and that I could have a little more privacy, but I couldn't go back in time, and that was a little sad. Although I loved the life I lived, I wished a few things could of changed.

We walked into the cafe pretty quickly and sat at a table to get away from the paparazzi as fast as we could. It was mostly an old people cafe, we liked to go there because we didn't get noticed as much. Only occasionally by a few workers, but they were always respectful and put their job first.

"Dada, can me have pancakes?" Wesley asked.

"Yeah sure, Amelia what do you want?" I asked.

"Hmm, can I have waffles?" She asked, I nodded.

Millie and I got french toast, and soon enough our food came. Wesley wasn't eating his though, he got it on his fork and tried to wind Amelia up by throwing it at her.

"Wesley, stop it." Millie said, "if you don't stop, we won't take you for ice cream after the doctor."

"No, momma! Not fair!" Wesley said, putting his fork down.

"It is fair, eat your breakfast properly or do I have to feed you like a baby?" I asked.

"Me can do it." He said, picking his fork up and eating properly.

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Millie was looking on the laptop to buy a dog. We really wanted one, we had the money to buy any sort of dog but we just couldn't decide on which. We knew we really wanted one, and Wesley definitely did. I was hugging her from behind as she scrolled.

"Should we get an English Mastiff?" She asked.

"I guess they're cute and all but we have two tiny children. It could eat Wesley whole." I said.

"Not if we raise it right, Finn. I had one when I was younger, she was called Apples, she was really nice when I was Wesley's age." I said.