The life of Gracelyn Hart

Chapter 7

It's mine and Cheyenne's Baby shower. I get up and showered. I get dried and dressed into a light pink dress and with flats.

I put on a little bit of make up on. I get done pretty myself up. I just wait for Cheyenne to get ready. She is much slower then me.

After a little bit, we are done getting ready and setting up for the baby shower. People start arriving. Then, after everyone shows up; we eat and chat.

Then, we play games and lastly, me and Cheyenne open our gifts. We both gets quilts from mom. We were awestruck. "Thank you, Mom. I love it!" I say. "Your welcome, Grace."

Me and Cheyenne got the same things. We were just happy, that everyone came and showed support. Dad showed up and Van too. He told her, "I got you something very important." Then put a pair of keys in front of her. "Did you buy me a car?" She asked.

"I sure did." Then the couple jumped up and down, not literally. I already have a car. So, I don't really care. Having a car isn't really the best thing. It causes more trouble then anything.

They hug Dad and show appreciation. They ran to go see the car. I see mom was upset. Her and Dad went to the kitchen to talk.

We started to clean up after everyone left and I heard my phone go off. It was Ayden. Oh crap! I forgot to meet up with him. "Kyra, are you okay finishing up here?" "Oh yeah, we have few more things to finish up. But I can do it. Go, go run to your prince."

"One: he isn't my prince. Two: we are just going to talk. But thank you so much." "Your welcome." I ran to my car and drove off. He is meeting in our special spot.

I get there, and get out of the car. I walk to our secret garden. I sit on the swing and saw him, sitting on the bench.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked curious. "I want to talk about us." "Okay, so speak." "I realize that I love you. I was such a jerk. To you and our daughter. I want to be in yours and the baby's life. That if you want me to be?" He seemed sincere and I could see tears in his eyes.

I think I can believe him. I wanted him in my life and our daughter's too. But we are going to take it slow. "Yes, I want you to be in our lives. But we are going to take this slow. You screwed me over more times then a dog that has to pee. We will do this slowly, no more of your antics or I am cutting the aprons strings with you. Got it?" "Crystal clear."

I let out a huge breath, that I didn't know I held in. "So, what was you going to name her?" He asked. "I like to keep it a surprise. I know you will like it." "Okay, you are the genius." I laughed, "I am not no genius." "Yeah, you are. You gets A's without trying." "Well, true. I guess it's a special talent I have."

It was getting dark, and I had to drive home. "I have to get home. See you later." "Yeah, I have to go too, totally see you later, Grace."

I walked to my car and drove off. When I got home. I park it and got out. Then walked to the house. I headed to my room when I saw everyone standing there.

"What?" I asked very curious and confused. I walked through them and got my clothes. "Well, I am still waiting for an answer." I said moving my foot up and down.

Cheyenne says, "Well, how did it go with Ayden?" "It went well. We talked and got everything on the table. He's going to be in our daughter's life."

"Well, Grace that is great. Isn't that what you wanted, right?" Asked mom. "Well, yeah, I do." I said.

"Then what's the problem?" "I am taking it slow with him. I am not going to be burned for the third time. Now, excuse me, my daughter and I are going to get cleaned up." I say as I walk to the bathroom.

Everyone was just standing there, blankly.

I run my water and I sit in and relaxed. I am just exhausted from the day. It was a big day. Having a baby shower, talking to Ayden. After a little bit, I get out and dried then dressed.

I walked to my room, then crawled into bed. Into the blanket, getting comfortable.

When I heard my phone going off. "Ayden, are you literally texting me?" He is driving me crazy. So, I text him for a little bit.

Then I got ready for bed. I hit my pillow and was out for the count.