blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 96 - London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down

The entire day is nearly over and Harry's sister still hasn't returned from running errands. Though I'm sure she'll return soon, I can't help but feel like something's wrong. She doesn't have a phone, so any attempt at reaching her over phone is futile. I don't know. I just hope that she returns before Harry starts to assume the worst.

I've been with 'baby Harry' as I like to call the little ball all day. He's actually quite the character. For a newborn, he has so much personality. The more that I hang around the little boy the more that I find just how similar he is to the tall one. For instance, when both of them are confused or are in deep thought about anything their foreheads wrinkle intensely. When they get fussy or angered their nostrils will flare; his tiny little fist clenching, like his uncle's. Harry has locked himself in his room doing God knows what all day. I know he's only doing this, because he doesn't want to be around me when I'm with his nephew. Well, he doesn't want to be around his nephew. It's sad, really. If Harry would just give the blond baby a chance, he'd really just fall in love with him.

"Are you hungry, little one," I coo in a slightly higher pitch than my normal speaking tone. I've been sitting on the floor beside the baby's crib all day enamored with the boy. I'm sure that I get more love from this version of Harry than from the older one. He really is just an easy baby. He makes all other babies look like overly whiny, greedy humans, which if you think about it, they kind of are. Rightfully.

Reaching into the crib, I pull out the boy. In just one day of proper care, he's been more vocal and has gained a significant amount of weight. Though not quite to the degree of how much he should weigh. Thanks to a mom who leads the charts in gynecology I pretty much know all that there is to know about babies of all kinds. The knowledge makes times like these that much more easier. It also doesn't hurt that I'm big on psychology, and understand human body functions better than the next person.

His tiny face lifts with glee as soon as he's picked up. In the long day with the boy, I've learned so much about him. The fact that he loves to be in arms being a huge one.

I walk to the kitchen with Nolan secure in my arms, as I single-handedly make his bottle. Believe it or not, making a bottle with one hand is not as hard as it sounds. When his bottle is all done, he immediately latches on to it gulping away. For the first time in the entire day, I head into Gem's room curious to see her childhood. Before I enter her room, I turn the little dial on the thermometer to warm up the place a little bit. As expected, the room is a light pink. A plethora of stuffed animals and ballet material litter the room. I didn't know she danced. The entire layout of the room is princess-like. It's weird to compare this with the Gemma that I know today. The contrast is uncanny.

Glancing over on her bed, I see that among other things there is a neatly pressed salmon-colored letter left on the top of her bed. If not for its distinct color, I would have surely overlooked it. Upon closer inspection, I see that in an elegant hand Parker and Harry are written carefully along the top.

What?

Dear friend,

I'm sorry that I have to do this, but I can't be here anymore. I don't know how to raise a child nor do I want to. I'm too young to be a mom. Parker, I think you're an incredible human being. Thank you so much for not judging me and for helping me with Nolan. I can tell that he really likes you.

Hazza, I'm sorry that I disappointed you. Life sucks but it's whatever. People chance. That's just something you'll have to get over. Also, I'm also sorry for taking your truck. Don't blame, Parker. He knew nothing about this.

Oh my gosh.

I hope that someday you'll find it in your hearts to forgive me for everything. Don't worry about me. My boyfriend, Rodney, said he'd take me back if I got rid of the baby. Things are okay. I'll be okay. I love the both of you so much, and I'm sorry for doing this. Tell Nolan that I love him. If you don't want to deal with him, below is the number to an adoption agency. I'm sure they'll take him in.