The Dream

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A/N: When Love Met Destruction era. It's not my greatest, i apologize. I have hit a road block in writing. So i apologize for it sucking.


The alarm goes off every single morning at nine am

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The alarm goes off every single morning at nine am. even on weekends. Chris goes to wake his little girl up, Lydia. Her little squeal filling the silent house before cartoons fill the living room. Giving you thirty minutes or less to get a shower, brush your teeth, and get breakfast gathered.

The only time spent as a family before the rest of the day is spent with just you and the little brown eyed baby girl who is so much like you, it sometimes drives you crazy.

Chris presses a kiss to the top of your head, his two year old daughter's head. He leans down to press a kiss to your ever growing tummy before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door by nine thirty to achieve his dream.

Things weren't supposed to end up like this. Not for him, certainly not for you. It's not how things were pictured for either of you. He was meant to record his record and go on to tour the world. You were supposed to be in college, supporting him from where you were. Some college two hours away from your hometown.

Gushing on the boyfriend of yours who had finally achieved his dreams, made a life for him. Him doing the same for you.

Life has a funny way of making things go awry.

Now it's spent being a mother, a live in wife to a musician and pregnant with a child that is no doubt already taking after their father.

This is what you signed up for, but it doesn't make any less harder on you or him.

The days seem to drag on and most days, you don't get to see Chris when he gets home. You can't remember the last time you have held him or he you. The last time a conversation was just what you two wanted to do or one that didn't involve being parents or adults with the struggles that two eighteen year olds shouldn't have.

You rub at the little girl's hair, her head resting in your lap as she naps. Cartoons blaring in the background. As if you hadn't even seen the same episode for the last hour. It's been on repeat. The little in your stomach going steadily crazy as the music on the speaker plays lowly.

The free hand of yours going to your stomach as you rub circles, smiling to yourself. At least this kid likes their daddy's music too. Chris would be so offended if they didn't. He never saw himself as a dad, but he loves his kids.

It's also why he has more drive now than ever to make his dream come true. He wants his kids proud of him.

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