The Baby Project [completed]

Chapter 30

~Mackenzie~

What?

Yes!

We had gotten ready and rushed to the assembly point. Turns out, because of all the road blocks, the Baby Project had been increased.

So now it had increased 1 more month.

I called my family and told them. I really missed them all, but I loved Izzy and Kev too, and wanted to be with them.

"Uhm..." Mark tried to get my attention.

"Sorry, sir!" I snapped out of my thoughts.
He laughed and looked to the floor and half frowned.

"Umm...I just...you know....needed to ask you...something...." He smiled a teeny bit at me. "Sure." I persuaded. "Would you....like to...uhmm....go out?" he asked.

"What? You mean like a date?" I asked, startled. "Yeah..." he said "You don't ha-" "I'd love to" I quickly cut him off.

"You would?" He raises an eyebrow. When I nod, his eyes brighten. "Great!" He cried, banging his fist to the table. Iz jumped and looked scared.

"We haven't even-" I started but he beat me to it. "Spent time as a family? Yeah, I know....I planned a surprise for tomorrow." he smiled. "Ooooh" I tried to muster up my grin.

Later, I was at home with Izzy, who had fever, and the two boys had gone for groceries. I sat on the floor, when I felt like I was peeing my pants.

What the hell?

I looked to see blood. SHIT! I forgot, today was my period....aw crap. I run up stairs and pull out my tampons, then run to the bathroom. After, I clean up the blood stain on the floor and throw my skirt and underwear for laundry, pulling of some jeans.

I look at Izzy, who looks pale and thin. I kiss her forehead. I feel so bad for her!

Finally, when she falls asleep after drinking a quarter of her milk bottle, I decide to go and decide my outfit.

I pick a blue, floor-length, one shoulder dress that had silver embroidery done on the waist and shoulder, with silver heels, a silver embedded clutch, a silver iPhone case, a blue heart bracelet and a blue flowered head band. Yes, I know. Blue and silver. But it's so romantic. I'm so excited.

When I go down, Iz is still asleep and MK is still out. (MK= Mark and Kev) I decide to make lunch.

"Hmmm...soma that...littla this.....gotta add that.....and voilà!" I put my thumb under my index, kissed them and threw them in the air. "Chef Kenster has done is again" I hear chuckling.

"Sure, Chef Kenster" says Mark. "How'd you get it?" I cry, my hand flying to my chest, a swirling, feverish sensation in my cheeks. "Just now. Can you take Kev" he dumps him in my arms. Caught by unawareness, I fall to the floor, leaving Kev in Marks arms. He puts him on the couch right next to me and laughs.

He holds out his hand. Wrong move, dude, wrong move. I grab it and pull him beside me. He lands with a soft thump on the hard ash wood floor.

"Owww...." He grumbles, rubbing his arse. I giggle at him. "HAHAHAHA so funny" he mocks. I smack him lightly.

I feel the peeing sensation, and knowing I need to change, run up to the bathroom.

*An Hour Later*

"Mark! Marky Marky Marrrrk!" I jump down the stairs. "Mark?" there, standing in the middle of the room is Mark.

"Mark...." I whisper, carefully. "WHAT THE HECK, MACKENZIE GABRIELLA JONES?!?!" He yells at me. Uh oh.

"What?"

"I leave for sometime, and you get Izzabel sick?!?" He cries, hands flying up. "And that's not it...what the heck is this?"

He was holding up my note I had written.

"Let me read it." He smirks.

"DEAR Jessica,
HOW have you been? I am missing you OH SO MUCH! Did you know, Mr. Player finally decides to settle down! I can't believe IT!!! He asked me out!

I was unsure of at first, I know he'll leave me hanging of like a puppet" Mark paused. "Mark I-" I started but he cut me off. "NO Kenz. I liked you. But honestly. I can't believe this piece of bull shit." He ran a hand through his hair.

I tried to touch his shoulder. "DONT TOUCH ME" He screamed and threw his hand in the air, as if ready to bring down to my face. I flinch and scream to "MARK DONT PLEASE!!"

Mark relaxes when he see's the tears falling. I don't wanna cry. "Sorry...." He trailed. "Mark....that letter is 3 months old....and it's not about you." I say.

"Oh. "

And he silences me and my tears by just doing a simple gesture.

Just pulling me into a hug.