Unexpected Angel. (book 1)

55.

Two months later... 

Elle's pov. 

"This is actually exactly what I was looking for." I say looking around. 

"It's really great." Mom says. 

I frown, "Something wrong?" 

"It's just hitting me that you and Hadley will be moving out." Mom says with tears in her eyes. 

"Awww." I smile and hug her. 

"Gamamama." Hadley coos. 

Mom smiles and takes her from me. 

"It has a washer and dryer as well." Mason says walking around the corner. 

"That was on the list." I smile. 

Mom sighs. 

"C'mon Mom, you can visit and we'll visit! Trust me I'm going to need a babysitter every now and then. Plus Hadley nor I can go that long without seeing you." I smile. 

Mom smiles. "You're sixteen you're not suppose to be such an adult yet." 

I smile. "T-minus three weeks until Hadley's birthday and a two months until mine." 

"What about the price? Does it suit your income?" Mason asks changing the subject. 

"Yes, Mason." I say turning around. 

"Just making sure." 

My Mom frowns. 

"What?" I mumble. 

She shakes her head. "Don't worry." 

The building manager walks inside. 

"What's it going to be Miss Adkins?" 

I look around one more time before giving him my answer. 

~ a couple days later ~

"Riley's only has a couple more days until her due date." I remind Mason for the hundredth time. 

"I know." He nods. "You only remind me everyday." 

"What's your problem?" I sigh cutting up Hadley's nuggets. 

"I just don't understand why you need to constantly remind me." Mason says cutting his food. 

I roll my eyes and put Hadley's food in front of her. 

"Do you always have to roll your eyes?" He groans. 

"Just stop talking, I'm not fighting with you in a restaurant." I mumble and turn my attention back to my food. I notice anchovies in my salad and pick them out with my fork. 

"You asked for no anchovies." 

"I know." I say. 

"Send it back." 

"I can just get them out." I say avoiding conflict. 

"Mhmmm." Hadley says eating her chicken. 

"That good H?" Mason chuckles. 

Hadley smiles and nods while eating. Mason takes a picture. 

I start eating my salad. 

"Why don't you eat some real food?" 

"This is real food." I say. 

"Like a steak or something." Mason says. 

"I don't like steak, as you know." I sigh. "-and I like the salad here."