The Baby Project

1. 6 months later

I SAID I NEEDED SPACE~ CHAPTER 1:

~~6 months later~~

INTRO:

"Fuck," I say running a hand through my hair, but we can't continue more because the bell on the front door rings.

I splash my face with water, re-tieing my hair, before gliding the stairs taking large deep breaths, I swing the door open not expecting to see who I see.

Annabelle Rose the highschool, mean girl, standing on my porch smirking at me, could this day get any worse

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I SMILE LOOKING AT MY BOYFRIEND whose blowing up the balloons for our youngest daughter Lola's first birthday tomorrow.

"Everything ready baby," I ask

"Yes my love, I just have to finish this, and then Louis, Mike, and Jake will be over to help me set all of the tables up soon"

"Good," I say kissing him on the lips before waltzing over to the calendar, to make sure that everything is in check for tomorrow,

I am very messy and unorganized, but I want everything to be perfect, I have raised this little girl since she was 2 weeks old.

"Oh," I say noticing something that we missed

"What," he says coming over to us, moving my hair to kiss my neck

"It's our 6 month anniversary tomorrow as well," I say

"Oh" he replies

"Exactly," I say to him and turn to face him

"We can go on a date tomorrow"

"I can't baby, I have school work to finish and I have a shift- besides we won't be able to get a sitter for the girls" I ramble but he silences by kissing me, smiling when I kiss him back

"We can work it out my love," he says

"I know we can" I reply, kissing him again, so he lifts me up spinning me around gently placing me on the kitchen table, things start to get heated before we hear a shriek,

We jump up and turn around Louis is standing in the doorway squealing like a little girl pointing to the clothes on the floor, with the rest of our friends standing behind him their mouths gaping wide open.

I stand up embarrassed, picking my shirt up, buckling my bra, then hastily pulling my shirt on, whilst searching for my pants, whilst Grayson stumbles around looking for his shirt fumbling with the zip of his jeans.

"Shit sorry guys, I uh-" I say breaking the somewhat awkward silence avoiding everyone's beady eyes, I briefly glance at Grayson who looks just as bad as me

"No worries" Billie and Ally reply squealing, pointing to the bedroom for me to follow, I look at Jake who is glaring at Grayson, Michael is white as a ghost, and Louis is still staring like those girls after watching the birth video a year ago. I look at Louis, who is holding my pants