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Bailey
Three days. It's been three full days, and I still feel like shit. Probably because of all the running I did and now my legs can barely carry me around and my knuckles ache yet I've still been going to work and making it home only for my annoying neighbor to curse me off for no particular reason.
Other than that I'm okay. Kind of. I'm determined not to think about someone that doesn't love me or want me anymore, but every now and then I do feel slightly dejected. I'm most hurt about the fact that neither Anna, Blake or Kaden have been seeing me.
Kaden doesn't even drive me around anymore! Yet, I have to be reasonable because he is the heir of his father's mafia and probably has a lot of work to do and no matter how illegal, it's still work.
They still respond to my texts, but they're always busy to come and visit me. The only people that come and see me are Dylan and Luna.
Right now, Dylan is currently on my couch that I bought on sale at a random store I don't even remember the name of. It was cheap. I bought it. End of story.
"Do you have any good food in here?" Dylan asks after tossing an empty Doritos packet into the trash can.
"There's vanilla ice cream in the freezer."
"I'm not in the mood for something sweet right now. Besides, Luna ruined the image of ice cream for me after she got a weird craving of ice cream and ketchup. Disgusting," He shudders and I chuckle.
"Don't worry, it'll pass. You should be recording her though so when she's not pregnant, she can rewatch herself eating such random shit and feel bad about it," I suggest humorously.
"You're a smart cookie," He smiles at me mischievously. "Yesterday, I told her I would still love her if she looked like a monkey, and she started crying. Seeing her cry, I felt like crying too but I didn't cry because I was busy trying to get her to calm down."
"The baby better be cute for all you two are going through," I tell him, as I grab a cookie from my cookie jar. He called me a smart cookie and now I'm craving cookies.
"Please, with mine and Luna's good looks, the baby's going to like a model," He brags, flexing his muscles. I roll my eyes and shake my head. "How are you feeling about... you know who?"
"I'm trying not to feel, Dylan," I grumble. "Catch," I toss an apple at him. "It's healthy, eat it." He shrugs and bites into it.
"Shit!" He panics, running a hand through his hair.
"What's wrong?"
"I told Luna I was going to meet her down the street. She's been there for ten minutes now. I'm going to go, I'll be back with her!" He rambles, nearly sprinting out of the apartment.
"Dylan you left your shoe- And he's gone," I roll my eyes, taking the bucket of Vanilla ice cream from the fridge and taking a scoop of it into a bowl. Okay, maybe one more scoop wouldn't hurt.
No, one scoop is plenty. In fact, I probably shouldn't even be eating such unhealthy things. I'll die early and single. I mean, I'm most likely dying single because, ew, relationships, but like, not dying early please. I want to see myself in the mirror and tell myself: "Wow, Bailey. Remember when you used to have smooth skin? Now you look like a pale raisin! High five!"
I also want those senior discounts. Insert evil I-just-robbed-you smirk. I take my bowl of ice cream and head over to the bean bag I bought in Target.
When I'm almost done, Dylan comes in, with a very crying, Luna. "Babe don't cry, I swear, I didn't mean to leave you there."
"I don't even know why I'm crying," She cries. "I just felt so abandoned, Dylan."
"I won't do it again, I promise."
She begins to cry harder. "Don't promise! I don't want you to feel trapped in a promise because then you'll resent me and then leave me for some other chick," She wails. Poor Dylan. After a while of crying, she wipes her tears and smiles. "I'm good now."
Wow. Pregnancy is a roller coaster.
Luna was wearing an adorable little blue dress, which I think I remember her wearing at her gender reveal party a several weeks ago. Honestly, my memory is fucked, you can't expect me to remember dresses.
The baby is a boy, by the way.
She takes a seat on my couch, and gestures for me to come sit next to her. I do so, slightly because I'm scared she'll start crying again. She was still nineteen, so teenage hormones and pregnancy hormones were hitting her at the same time.
I place a hand on her belly, trying to feel the baby kick. He'd done so before. I felt him kick, and for some reason, that made me really excited. Dylan takes a seat on the other side of her and places his hand on her belly too.
"I felt it!" He exclaims excitedly. I nod excitedly.
"I know right! What are you going to name him?"
"Honestly, I don't know," Luna sighs. "We'll think about it after he's born. It's too much to think about."
I don't blame her. Thinking of baby names is a lot of work. I bet my birth-givers named me after a random dog passing by. I swear, Bailey sounds like a dog name. My memories instantly flash back to my dad.
There was so much blood... Fuck! No! No thinking about him! Bad Bailey! Bad!
Wow, my name really does sound like a dog... A sexy dog. Nonetheless, a dog.
"Okay, so Luna's due in three months and then you two will be busy parenting. But! You have to be good parents. So, let's do a mini training session with Bailey."
"How the fuck will that work?" Luna asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, I'll pretend to be a baby. I'll also be a talking baby, because I need to make sure that you don't throw me out the window. You need to do all the things in order to make me satisfied. For the next ten minutes, you can't treat me like Bailey. You need to treat me like a baby."
"I think that's an excellent idea," Dylan agrees.
"I mean, it'll be fun," Luna shrugs.
"Let the babying begin!" I announce. "Goo goo gaa gaa!"
"That totally means that the baby wants cookies," Dylan declares, running to the kitchen and returning with a couple of cookies in his hand. "Eat up!"
Was he serious? "Do you want your baby to get diabetes before it turns two?" I scold. "And 'eat up'?! Dylan, you expect a baby to understand that?"
"But you're not a baby..." Dylan mumbles. I smack my forehead. This wasn't working out.
"Okay, how about I ask you two a couple of questions about parenting?" For this, Luna nods aggressively.
"I'm studying to be a pediatrician, so I know a lot about babies," I tell them. "Well, I mean, a week's worth of education anyway. So, if your baby cries in the middle of the night-"
"Babies cry in the middle of the night?!" Dylan panics.
"Yeah, duh?"
"My beauty sleep!" He looks like he's on the verge of tears.
"Maybe you're not cut out to be a da-"
"No! I am."
"Okay then... Next question. You're chilling on the couch, and your baby makes it's way towards the TV stand, which isn't attached to the wall. What will you do?"
"Oh! I know!" Luna squeals. "I'll play some TV because the baby will most likely want to watch TV. Why else would it be going towards the TV?"
She's got the spirit, but she's just very confused. Insert nervous laughter because they're just really clueless on this whole parenting thing and I'm starting to get scared for their baby's life.
"That's... that's not the answer."
"You explain to the baby that TV is bad for it's eyes!" Dylan exclaims after a while of thought.
I resist the urge to repeatedly bang my head against the wall.
"No. The TV stand is not fucking attached to the wall, which means that the baby could try to crawl into it or something and then pull the stand on itself. That's very dangerous. So the answer is, you pull the baby away from the stand and then attach it to the wall using designated tools."
"Oh," She laughs sheepishly. "Dylan, we're going to have to go buy some parenting books..."
"I know," He sighs.
Just then, my doorbell rings and I get up to go see who it is. If it's Karen from nextdoor again, I'm going to pepper spray her again. I look through the peephole to see two, very tired, yet triumphant looking people.
Anna and Blake.
I open the door. "Assholes, where were you for the past three days!"
"I need sleep," Anna mumbles leaning against Blake's arm, nearly falling asleep. "But we came to see you. We felt bad for not seeing you for the past three days."
"You're forgiven. Now get in."
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a/n: okay, i know it seems as if Bailey's over her breakup but she's trying really hard not to think about him haha. honestly, that's what i do too- not that i've ever been in a relationship ð¤¡
anyway, i have homework and i feel like i'm going fall asleep any minute. i BS'd a test today because photomath wasn't there for me this time and i tried to use cheap knockoff sites for the math help but like they took too long and i most likely failed ð¤
plus, i didn't get sleep last night because the best was making me really uncomfy. idek why, i'd prefer sleeping on the couch if my couch was clean. but it's not it's piled with random things so like ðð¼
i hope you enjoyed this chapter though. thank you for reading!! â¥ï¸ i love you ð