Till Death Do Us Part

Ch. 22 - Matchmaker, Matchmaker

**Alright, I got the wifi issues figured out. For all those who wished me luck on my finals, thank you! I took my final exam in pharmacology this morning. I'm pretty sure I ended the semester with a 4.0. I think I might update again tonight...keep on the lookout!** 

Roxie's POV

After a thorough gossip session in which Khloe told us all about her night with Xander - a night in which Ivy and I were both incredibly jealous over - the three of us spent the rest of the day pouring over baby books. As cliche as the 'what to expect when you're expecting' book was, it was actually incredibly helpful. Despite being completely unprepared for both pregnancies, I was calm and level-headed this time. I wasn't alone. I had people who truly loved and cared about me surrounding not only me but also my baby. That was something I was more than sure of.

I peered over the chapter I'd been flipping through when I caught sight of Ivy's horrified face as she intently read a book on tips and tricks for successful lactation and breastfeeding.

"What's that face for?" I asked with a snicker.

"Your kid's teeth are going to start coming in around six months and you'll still have to breastfeed it! It's talking about all the things you can do to soothe your nipples after a feeding session and the best natural solutions for if and when your kid bites your nips while feeding," she explained, the look on her face not budging one bit. Khloe and I chuckled much to Ivy's dismay.

"Why are you laughing? You're the one who's going to have her breasts used as chew toys!" she exclaimed. I just shrugged in reply.

"That's life. Unless I'm physically unable to breastfeed, I'm going to do it. This book says it's one of the best ways to form a deep bond with your child. And there's been a correlation shown between children that aren't breastfed and a higher risk of obesity later on in life."

"Alright, enough reading," Khloe demanded, snatching Ivy and I's books out of our hands. "It's time for the most fun part," she stated with a devious smile.

"And what's that?" I asked apprehensively.

"Online shopping."

"I'll grab my laptop!" I rushed out excitedly before dashing off.

An hour later and we were all still crammed next to one another staring at my screen as I scrolled through countless pages of baby stuff. Cribs, rockers, high chairs, car seats.

"This is making me want a baby of my own..." Ivy pouted, a small frown pulling at the edges of her lips.

"Just remember your nipples as chew toys and I'm sure the thought will go 'poof'," Khloe joked.

"No, I'm serious," Ivy stated, not a single trace of humor in her voice as she leaned away from the laptop and looked us dead in the eyes. Khloe and I exchanged a look of worry before focusing on her.

"You both have someone. Khloe you have Xander and Roxie you have this baby now. I'm the only one who doesn't have someone," she murmured, looking away thoughtfully.

"Ivy, you hate going on dates. It's kind of impossible to have someone when you don't put yourself out there." Khloe remarked.

"That's because men are big fat idiots most of the time," she stated with a roll of her eyes. "Why is it so hard to find a good man who's ambitious, good-looking, smart, funny, and a gentleman outside of the bedroom," she asked rhetorically. Khloe and I giggled at the last part before becoming serious once again.

"Because the men who are ambitious, good-looking, smart, funny, and freaks in bed are usually total assholes. Case and point, Jonathan," I remarked to which Khloe nodded in agreement.