“Hey Cole wait, I have something to give you.” I say. He turns to me as I open my nightstand drawer and pull out a sonogram photo. I admire it and stand up and set it in his big hand.
“I know you don’t want this little baby, but, please have this.” I say quietly with a small smile. I close his fingers around the picture and look at his face. He nods. I see small tears pooling in his eyes. He’s crying? Cole Greystone, crying over me? I give him a small smile and rub away the tears before kissing
his cheek
“Goodnight Cole.”
Book Chapter
Angel
1 Month Later
I rub my 2 month baby bump and hum a nursery rhyme. I stare at the designs on my celling that my father painted. I smile at the memory of the day.
Flashback
I watched as the rain fell from the sky and onto my window. Daddy promised to take me to the park today. But then weather happened. I rest my forehead against the cold window. The weather is understandable, it’s April. 2 months till my 8th birthday.
“Hey Princess.” Daddy says as he enters my room. I bum and give him a small smile.
“Hey Daddy, What’s up?” I ask him. He smiles at me and walks to me.
“Sorry I can’t take you out today baby.” he apologizes sincerely and gives me a tight squeeze.
“It’s okay.” I say and hug him back gently before standing
“What do you want to do today then princess?” he asks me. I shrug. Oh wait!
“I want to draw, something big.” I say
I say excitedly. He taps his chin, feigning thought, and then gasps, painting at my ceiling.
“You have a big canvas right up there!” he says before lifting me up and spinning me around.
End of flashback
I smile at the memory and get up. I wish Daddy was here, to tell me everything is okay. To lift me up and spin me around. I walk to my closet and pull on a white tank top, a big pink sweater, and black jeans. I look through my shoe collection and decide on my white converse.
I brush my hair and put it in a messy bun. I walk to my makeup stand and put on some brown eyeshadow, minimal eyeliner, blush, and pink lip gloss. I pick up my backpack and go to Logan’s room as usual. He knows about the baby. I told him with Mom by my side, she definitely softened the blow. He reacted okay I guess. He is kind of excited to be an uncle. I walk to his bed and sit down, ruffling his hair.
“Hey squirt! Time to get up!” I say. He groans and hits my hand away.
“I’m up, I’m up!” be says tiredly, muffled by his pillow.
“Sure you are.” I say with a laugh. I get off his bed and walk to his closet. I grab a red, striped t–shirt, a greg hoodie, and jeans. I grab his converse and socks and throw the clothes at him, making sure a shoe or two hits him. I laugh as he squeals and sits up frantically and I skip out of the room happily. 1 get downstairs and see my Mom making pancakes.
This is strange I say to her. She turns around to see me and laughs.
“And why is that?” she asks me, returning to her pancakes. I walk to the island and sit down in one of the chairs
“It’s just th
that you never cook, never enough time.” I say simply and check my phone.
Want me driving u? Or ditching me? Lolle Im hilarious!
Emmy
I laugh as my Mom sets the pancakes in front of me. I thank her and text Em back.
If u want 2 drive me. Ur totally hilarious
Moo Moo
