Warm

Chapter 8

Laura was a mess. She was still afraid of the needle but not afraid to call Marc so many names. She also rebroke his finger along with a mate...

"Aw man!" Marc looked down at his hand.

Rose and Judy giggled. "Go get your hand checked out."

He left after kissing Laura and the new baby.

"Hi, Lu." Marcy cooed at the little boy, who was an exact copy of his older brother except for his sky blue eyes.

Laura wept silently. "My special Lucas."

"That's going to be us in a few months." Quinn realized.

Mercedes gulped.

Yuria smiled peacefully. Not her.

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"You need a week off." Percy told Laura as she cradled her newborn son.

"But what about the concert?" Laura protested.

"I hate to say this but we're going to have to cancel for at least a week."

"And give money back?"

Marc looked at her. "When Marcy mentioned not giving money back, you said she was money hungry."

Laura snapped her cerulean gaze in his direction.

"Just sayin." He turned back to the iPad.

"What are we going to do with Cassi?"

"When she's due, you'll take that week off." Percy stated.

"What's going to happen after the week?"

"We're going to change the routines so you'll be sitting down. Marcy swears she can do her set sitting down so that's what you'll be doing."

Laura blew out a breath. "Okay."

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Marc celebrated his birthday in the hospital. It was Laura's and Lucas' last day to stay and everyone came up to celebrate him leaving his teens. "Thanks, guys but you didn't have to."

"Of course we did." Judy sniffed.

His little sisters jumped on him. "Happy birthday!"

"Thank you." He hugged each.

"Lu?" Lisa pointed to the bed.

"Yeah. That's Lu."

"Can I see?"

He picked her up and brought her to the bed.

Laura showed the baby off, making her youngest sister gasp.

Everyone thought it was cute and Mal recorded it.

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Laura did indeed perform on her chair. So did Toni and Cassi, who tired easily nowadays. The concerts (in their next town) went well.

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Jude kissed Paris all over.

She woke up giggling. "What are you doing?"

"Happy sixteenth." He murmured against her skin.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Nope." He kept going.

"Alright. If I get pregnant,-"

He raised his head, lust on his features. "What?"

She quivered. "I wanted to be pregnant anyway. Come here."