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Month 1 and Month 2
Ever since id gotten pregnant, ive been fighting with everyone over...ok, dont laugh, because i am pregnant, and a pregnancy can change a person- nothing. seriously, i could get mad over nothing.
currently, i was fighting with casey over wether or not we should tell heather. i was completly against it, but he was all for it.
"no!" i screamed,
"yes! sammy she'll find out anyway, shes not dumb! and when she does she'll be even more mad then if we tell her now!" i stomped my foot childeshly before letting out a scream and stomped out of his room to my brothers car that id borrowed.
casey followed me and spun me around before i could get in the car, "where are you going? huh? you cant just argue with people when you dont get your way, then ignore them 'till they give in!" i pushed him away and climbed into the drivers seat, i drove away before he could do anything else.
when i got to marissas, i explained to my friends what happened while scrounging through her kitchen for cherries and chocolate sauce. when i found them, id finished my story and had proceeded to pour a glob of chocolate sauce on a plate to assist my cherries. they stared at me as i offered them some,
''so? what should i do?" i asked as i took the plate back to their disgusted shaking of heads. marissa attempted to control her temper,
"what should you do? tell her! thats what you should do!" she yelled, i put my empty plate in the sink,
"no. because she doesnt deserve to know." i huffed, "to think i thought you could help me." i drove home, ignoring my calls as i did.
for the 2 weeks i ignored casey. he called me, texted me, emailed me, he even came to see me a few times. but i just persistently locked the door before he could come up, that is, until friday. it was the day that id marked as 1 month pregnant, and i was online chatting with marissa about my problem.
until my bedroom door opened.
i figured it was just my dad or zack, maybe even shaya coming to visit. so i didnt look up immediatly. before i could look up, i heard the door close and in the corner of my eye i could see casey walking towards me.
"well?" i snapped, "what do you want?" he stepped back, shocked at my mean, abnormal tone that i normally only saved for heather.
"what do i want? sammy, we need to talk. so put your computer away and look at me. now." he demanded, i sent a quick departing message to marissa and closed my laptop, shoving it out of the way. i looked up at caseys furious expression and relized that it was his turn to get what he wanted.
i looked down from his steel gaze guiltily, he crossed his arms, but didnt say anything. i have to start, i thought to myself, i slapped my hands into my face and sighed. "alright!" i exclaimed, looking up again, "im sorry, if you really want to, we can tell her. and ill try to get better at not yelling and always having my way."
i looked up into his eyes that had sofened, and went back to the beautiful caring eyes i so loved. i stood up and his arms dropped to his side,
"so? do you forgive me for how i acted?" i asked. wordlessly, he pulled me into an embrace. i rested my head on his chest, and he pulled out his ringing phone.
"hello?" he listened for a minute, "oh, i forgot! sorry! ill be there in a few." he listened again, "really?...cool! thanks dad!...uh, yeah. soon. sure. 'k, bye." he snapped his phone shut and looked down at me. he pulled me down into a laying position on the bed, and began to stroke my hair,
"baby, i have to go to florida with my family because heather's going to look at a boarding school there. we have family there we'll be staying with and heathers friend was going to come, but there was a change of plans. my dad said if its ok with your parents, you could come. he already has the extra ticket so..." he looked at me with his pleading brown eyes.
i kissed the tip of his nose and sat up, "im all for it. lemme just ask my dad." i began to stand up but he pulled me back down,
"your dad went shopping, and the plane leaves in an hour so just call him." i called my dad and managed to get his permission, casey threw together a suitcase of clothes for me and lead me to his car.
casey drove us to his house where his dad, stephanie and heather were waiting. heathers mouth gaped open when she saw me sitting in the passenger seat; she began to yell at warren. he heald up a hand and said something-and by the way he said it, it looked a bit...threatening.
casey had to fight with his dad to get permission to drive us all to the airport; warren finally gave in, sliding into the backseat next to stephanie and heather. i offered for him to sit in front, but he politely declined. i could see heather giving me the evil eye as i turned around in my seat and allowed casey to start the car.
when we made it to the airport, i started freaking out because id forgotten my passport and my cell phone. casey-like the super annoying person he can be at times- stood, watching me freak out. after the amusment had worn off, he produced my passport and cell phone from his pocket- he was lucky stephanie wouldnt let me hurt him for doing that to me.
after going through security and finding our gate, stephanie and i left the acostas to sit in the leather chairs while we went in search of gum. seeing how i couldnt decide between 2 different flavors of 5 gum, i bought both.
when we met the the boys and heather back at the gate, it was time to board the plane. casey interwined our fingers together and we lead the way onto the plane,
"casey, our seat row numbers are D16 and D15; now since there's no such thing as 5 seats in a row on a plane, ill be right behind you guys, alright?" casey took the window seat, i sat next to him, with stephanie on my left, and heather on hers.
after we were buckled up and settled in, i took caseys arm and pulled it around my shoulders, then i rested my head back and relaxed.
"hey sammy?" casey whispered in my ear, i turned my attention from the text i was preparing to send to marissa, to casey.
"hmm?"
"you know heather knows, right?" i nodded, not really paying attention, and sent the text to marissa.
"wait, what?" i hissed, fully processing what hed just said. he pulled a face,
"uh, yeah. there was lots of restraining in the process, ill tell you that much." he kissed me on the cheek, "just be lucky you weren't the one to tell her and i did it for you." i glared at him,
"do you expect me to tell everyone? 'cause you're part of this too." i warned,
"yeah, well, i have to tell the 2 most dangerous people- heather, and my mom." alright, so it did make sense that i guess he was sort of helping...emphisis on sort of. after all, he was telling the 2 people who could murder me in my sleep...
"alright, fine. so we're even. for now." i sent him a death glare, he stared into my eyes until i broke the contact to peck him on the lips.
he huffed and stephanie squealed in delight as the plane too off, my stomach felt like it was all jumbled up as i gripped caseys arm tightly. my nails dug into his arm, and i buried my face in his shirt; trying not to let the plane's take off upset my stomach. his arm wrapped around my waist as stephanie tapped my shoulder,
"sammy i have the perfect name! if its a girl of course..." i groaned and shifted uncomfortably in my seat, "has she ever been on a plane before?" she asked casey,
"yes, but she hates take offs. its even worse for her now that shes pregnant..." i managed to survive the take-off of the plane without puking, but when i finally let go of caseys arm, it had red marks because of my nails.
great. now i was turning into heather with the whole nails thing.
during the plane ride, stephanie, heather and i looked in a book of names- that stephanied bought in the store where i got my gum- for a name for the baby. yes, heather helped. it started out with just me and stephanie, but then i guess heather got into it and began to help us.
"what about...lilliana!" stephanie gasped, casey sighed and pulled the book out of her hands. he began flipping through pages, and finally handed it back to her.
"start looking for boy names, huh? im sorta sick of hearing girl names." we all began to whine our protests to casey, he groaned, "daaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" warrens head popped up from beind us when he heard his call,
"yup?" everyone began to talk at once, he heald up a hand to stop us. "all i caught in that was: casey, book, names, girl and boy. so what happened? one at a time!" he emphisised his last sentence, casey and i immediatly began talking at the same time again. "does this have to do with the book?" we both nodded, and he snatched it out of stephanie's hands.
"this is staying with me until we land. understand?" i huffed and leaned back up against casey,
"not fair." i muttered to no one inparticular. i could feel casey smiling triamphantly; i stuck my tongue out at him childishly, then whined,
"now what are we supposed to do?" his triamphant smile faded as he thought of that. he whipped around towards his dad,
"dad! youve gotta give that back to them!" he said, desperatly. "theyll whine the whole way there if you dont!" thats all it took.
the book was out...
and back in my hands again. stephanie and i high-fived and found our marked page.
3 hours later
"sammy...sammy...come on, baby, wake up." my eyes instinctively fluttered open. casey helped me sit upright as i looked at my surroundings. people were exitedly rushing around, grabbing bags, and running off the airplane to grab a taxi, or another airplane.
i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "where are we?" out of the corner of my eye, i saw stephanie waking heather up. the book of baby names was resting in my lap, but when i sat up; it slid off and onto the floor. casey snatched it up and answered,
"florida. come on... we need to get going." we packed up the few things we had (with us at least) into our backpacks then walked to the carsoul. heather had, like, 3 bags; while everyone else had 1. after managing to find all 7 bags, we walked out the spinny doors, and ended up outside.
i was really just following, i had no clue what we were doing, or where we were going. and since just sort of mingling and feeling a bit lost, was driving me insane, i finally had to ask.
"warren...what are we doing?" casey answered before his dad could,
"waiting for someone to come and pick us up." my eyes widened,
"someone? someone! what on earth is that supposed to mean?" i exclaimed, casey laughed and explained it in a different way,
"no, not just anyone, baby. when i say someone, i mean like, my uncle or something. they were supposed to come pick us up but..." he looked out into the sea of cars, "well maybe they forgot?" he suggested. i huffed and interwined my fingers with casey, then leaned against him and said,
"well if they forgot, or didnt. wouldnt it be better in all ways to just rent a car?" everyone looked at warren, silence filled our little circle until heather finally agreed,
"im with sammy on this one. it does make sense. i dunno about you daddy, but i dont wanna spend the night at an airport."
smart move, heather. i thought, very smart move using the 'daddy.' he's more liable to agree that way... everyone was staring at him in a pleading way,
"alrighht..i guess it would be better. ill be back in a few minutes with a car." we all pumped our fists and high-fived. ten minutes later, he pulled up in a van, when i looked at the back, casey immediatly recognized it as a honda. dont ask why. because i really dont know. oh well... boys will be boys, right?
we all climbed in, claiming seats, throwing our suitcases in the trunk and finally speeding off towards what i was guessing, was their families house. stephanie sat in the middle seat with me, casey in the back, heather got shotgun, and of course, warren got to drive. i asked if i could, but he said there was no way he was trusting me with a rental car.
so i sat in the back with stephanie. which wasnt bad. she was a really good person to talk to, really creative. the ride was really long. eventually, stephanie fell asleep, and i moved to the back with casey so that i could try and sleep.
scratch that.
just sleep.
hey, cut me some slack, pregancy makes people tired. and i have a feeling its only going to get worse when this little guy starts to kick. who would want to kick their mother?
oh, wait. me.
or casey.
well...we have... bad mothers. it makes sense, right?
anyway, so when casey shook me awake once again, we were pulling up to a huge house that looked...half victorian, half greek. and honestly? i couldnt help but stare. i mean, it was beautiful. stephanie couldnt either. she hadnt met any of these people yet...so i was lucky considering i wouldnt be the only one.
casey shook us out of our trance and helped us out of the car; we were going to grab our bags, but warren insist we leave them and come see the house and everyone else first. casey dropped my hand and slid his arm around my waist instead; kissing me lightly on the cheek, he lead me up the stairs to the door. warren rang the doorbell and a few seconds later, i heard a pounding noise; probably someone coming down the stairs.
the door swung open, revealing a teenage boy with messy hair and a woman standing a few feet behind him, the woman was holding a duster, and dusting a glass table that stood in the hall. she wore an apron over a dress that looked like something that a pioneer would were. "warren!" her face showed a shocked expression, "oh, im so sorry! i forgot!" she ushered us inside and closed the door behind us; the teenage boy had disappeared. probably back upstairs. the woman lead us into the living room and called out, "kyle!"
warren plopped down on the couch next to stephanie (who was next to me, and naturally casey was on the other side) and said, "you dont need to bother him savannah, isnt he working anyway?" a man emerged from behind a glass door, and his mouth formed an 'o' when he saw us.
"nonsense! he was supposed to pick you up anyway! and why did you forget, kyle?" he sputtered an exuse that wasnt audible,
"im sorry, warren! it completely slipped my mind! howd you guys get here anyway?"
"daddy! theres a strange car outside!" a little girl- probably the age of two or three- cascaded down the stairs, along with a huge group of other kids, whoms ages were an array. stephanie leaned towards me and whispered,
"this is weird." i giggled,
"i agree. its like when casey met my side of the family." from next to me, casey objected quickly,
"no way! meeting your family was worse!" he exclaimed, "your cousin tricked me!" heather began to laugh loudly at caseys words,
"theyre related to sammy! and she plays tricks on me all the time!" i backtracked,
"wai-wai-wait! i do not! you start it. i finish it! thats how it goes. and as for matt...well he was just playing casey. you dont have to hold a grudge on everyone else just for that." he snorted and sunk in his seat,
"riiight. just playing. yet if i did that id get in trouble from you." he muttered. his dad scoffed,
"the three of you get in enough trouble. lets see...now how many times have you been in the principals office, this year?" i gave him my deluxe glare,
"43." i whispered, looking down at my hands, that was it. casey cracked up when he heard me,
"fourty...fourty three, sammy?" i gave him a death glare worse than the one id just given his dad,
"caaasey!" i whined, "its not my fault heather always tries to ruin my life and always fails." heathers face turned redder than her hair and a tomato put together. not that id say that. thatd be like looking for a death wish if i told her that,
"for your information, i do not always fail. i did ruin the sluggers cup didnt i?" she smiled proudly,
"you didnt just ruin that for sammy. you ruined it for everyone...remember?" casey asked. she sunk in her seat as well, and crossed her arms childishly. warren stood and stretched,
"well...no matter how much trouble you 3 have made, what do you say to going to find rooms?" casey and heather looked at each other and- after casey dropped his hold on my waist- they both raced up the stairs like theyre life depended on it.
stephanie and i looked at each other than warren, sighing he said,
"they always compete for the best rooms." he explained.
compete didnt begin to describe it, when we made it upstairs, we found them both arguing with each other- probably over a room. heather raised her hand to slap casey, but i grabbed her hand, and rested my other hand on caseys chest- a movement causing them both to silence immediatly.
"if either- or both- of you tell me that you are fighting over a room, i will scream. and i promise, it wont be pretty." they looked away and i continued, "there has got to be at least 50 bedrooms in this house. why do you both have to go for the same one, huh?" naturally they both began to talk at the same time again.
"QUIET!" warren yelled, they immediatly zipped up, and he continued, "whos turn is it?"
"heathers." casey muttered,
"then why are you fighting? your acting like 2 year olds! if its heathers turn, then its heathers turn! she gets first pick." he lectured, heather opened the door to the room, and i could see casey smile triumphantly.
but why?
he was just fighting over that room...
"lets go." he whispered, grabbing my hand, he lead me down the hall, and up a flight of stairs.
down one more hall and...
a door stood at the end of the hall. casey opened it, and revealed a beautiful room.
it had a huge window that filled one side of the wall, it was painted a lime green, and in the middle of the room was a queen bed. spinning around, i flopped down on the bed,
"why were you fighting for the room down there when you can have this?" i exclaimed, he shrugged,
"well i had to make sure she wouldnt get it..." laying down on his side next to me, he propped his head up with his elbow, "you like?" i scooted closer to him and pressed a kiss to his lips,
"i love." he sent me a smile, right before our lips connected again,
"who? me or the room?" tracing his jaw, i said,
"oh...i dunno." i smiled at his bewildered expression and couldnt help but begin to kiss him again. "just kidding." i murmmered against his lips, "i love you."
and we were so caught up kissing, we didnt hear when someone walked up the steps and down the hall. but when the door opened, casey jerked himself off of me, and we both sat up straight; cheeks burning.
warren had his arms crossed, stephanie stood next to him, a smile promising to be let out if she were to say anything. my cheeks were still burning, and so were caseys, as silence occupied the air. warren raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat,
"a bit busy?" we remained silent,
"oh, warren. leave them alone. we came to tell you that-" stephanie began until she was inturrupted by warren,
"if youre not to busy of course." she shot him a look and continued,
"dinner will be ready in 15 minutes." she announced, "we'll meet you downstairs." then dragged warren out by the crook of his arm. as soon as the door was closed, he flopped back down and groaned. climbing on top of him, i pressed kiss to his lips again and asked,
"are you ok?" i nuzzled his neck, as he answered with,
"me? im fine. what about you? youre the one whos pregnant." i laughed and rested my head on his chest,
"im fine. wonderful, actually. your not going to be over-protective all the time now that im pregnant, are you?" he guilty looked away, his hands wandered my stomach in a possesive, yet protective way. i pecked his cheek and stood up. stetching my arms, he stood next to me.
"lets go eat." he rubbed his hands together in an evil way. we got downstairs 10 minutes early, so we set the table and sat at the table so that stephanie was to my left, and warren was to her left. casey was on my right, with heather on his right.
as good as the dinner was, i really wasn't that hungry. i ate a few bites, then wasn't hungry anymore. i wasn't hungry for dessert either. so i watched everyone else eat until suddenly a woman spoke up,
"samantha?" my ears perked up a bit, "why aren't you eating? youve barely ate a bite!"
"im not hungry." i said, leaning back in my chair, stephanie leaned over and whispered in my ear,
"you know, she might think its offensive that you won't eat." rolling my eyes, i whispered back,
"she also might find it offensive that we're whispering at the table. im just not hungry thats all."
"i know that, casey knows that, warren knows that, heck, heather knows that. but she probably doesn't. plus how can you not be hungry, you probably haven't eaten all day!" she exclaimed in a whisper,
"a) im pregnant, ill probably be hungry by midnight tonight, and b) i honestly dont care what she thinks or knows."
after dinner, our 'travel group' as they called it, retired to our rooms. and i was right. when i woke up in the middle of the night, i was starving.
should i wake up casey? oh, but he's sleeping and he looks so peaceful... i debated in my head, finally, the waking up casey part won.
"casey...casey!" i hissed, he moaned, pulling his pillow over his head,
"what sammy?" i saw him lift the pillow slightly to look at the time on his cell phone, "its 1 AM!" i lifted the pillow fully and pulled him up,
"casey im hungry!" he moaned and tried to tug free of my grip,
"well then why didnt you eat at dinner?" he moaned quietly as he pulled shorts over his boxers, and a tshirt over his head.
"i wasnt hungry then." i debated, he rubbed his eyes, then interwined our fingers and lead me quietly downstairs.
seriously, we had to tiptoe.
he helped me heat up the leftover pasta; even though i had to kiss him once and a while to keep him awake, he tried at least. he handed me the bowl and a fork and lead me back to our room.
"can i go back to sleep now?" he asked angrily once i shut the door behind us,
"yes. im really sorry...but i was hungry." he pressed his lips together, and nodded, flopping back on the bed to sleep. after i finished my pasta, i pulled the blankets back over us and let my fingers twirl throughout caseys hair. casey wrapped his arms around my waist,
"go to sleep, baby." i sighed into his now bare chest and my finger traced down his face to his chest, where i started to lazily draw circles. my eyelids began to droop...
and i drifted slowly off to sleep.
"get up! get up! get up!" when youre pregnant, being jumped on to be waken up, is not a good way. especially when youre a teenager. its not good for the person whos jumping on you either. because they are most likely to be tossed on the floor.
and thats what i wanted to do, but the 3 year old girl that had greeted us in the living room when we first got there, was to cute to be tossed lazily on the floor.
"go away, coral!" casey pulled his pillow over his head tighter,
"uncle warren said you have to get up now! he said you guys can't sleep all day!" i held up my hand, all five of my fingers up,
"five more minutes!" well, this was a very stubborn little girl,
"no! now! get up! or im gonna get mommy in here and she'll be mad!" she yelled, i heard the door open once again, "mommy! they wont get up!" she whined. "and whys there a bowl up here?" she asked,
"sammy was hungry last night. so i heated up some pasta for her."
"casey! get up right now!" the woman who looked like a maid (i found out she was caseys aunt delaney last night) he was up faster than you could say, 'ugh!' he didnt even say that, and he always does when anyone else does. well...occasionally except me. i have my ways.
"im up! im up! god!" while she clucked her tongue and warned him about saying 'god' around here, i managed to get my eyes open. well i tried at least.
youve gotta give me points for trying...right? but it was so sunny out, that it took me all of caseys lecture to get them open, and was able to sit up. i rubbed my eyes, and kissed caseys cheek good morning. caseys tshirt that i was wearing went over my short-shorts so it looked like i wasnt wearing the shorts.
i cleaned up my midnight snack and followed casey downstairs. now casey may think it, but i am not graceful in the morning. either way, i managed to wash my bowl and fork and load them into the dishwasher without breaking anything.
casey was half-asleep on the couch, and stephanie and warren were trying to get him to get up and go take a shower,
"sammy!" he finally called, "you think you can get him up?" i surveyed his position and how much asleep he was and nodded,
"definatly." they stepped back to let me do my magic, "casey." i whispered in his ear, "for your information, if you dont get up immediatly, i wont let you kiss me for the whole time we're here. plus some." then i stepped back to watch.
"hes not up." warren said, i held up a finger,
"wait for it..." casey sprung into a sitting position, with his chocolate brown eyes very very open.
"im up!" he announced,
"very nice job, samantha." warren complemented, hugging me good morning. i hugged stephanie too, then dragged casey upstairs to take a shower. "we need to leave in an hour in order to make it to the beach!" he called after us. casey grunted and groaned until i finally stopped in our bathroom, kissing his ear, i whispered,
"come on case, we gotta get going. which means you need a shower." i pushed my lips to his once more, "now get a move on it, i have to take a shower too." he took a 20 minute shower, while i pounded on the door telling him to get out, and packed our bags for the beach.
i got to take a 15 minute shower, when i got out, he complained that it was too long and that wed be late. his arms wrapped around my body. i was only wearing a tanktop and shorts over my green-blue-turquoise-sea-green halter bikini, but he didnt care.
"howre you feeling?" he inquired, he released my body as we began to decend down the hall and stairs. shrugging, i sighed,
"ive been better." he gave me a sympethetical look as we joined warren and stephanie,
"heather!" warren yelled, "lets go!" she came down the stairs attempting to juggle her purse, sunglasses, bag and phone, everyone watched as they finally fell off the stairs; hitting her in the ankle. she yelped and grabbed her ankle in pain. As parents made last plans for re-meeting at the beach, stephanie and I stood off to the side.
casey noticed us standing alone and interwined my fingers with his and pulled me closer to him. he shifted so that he could be behind me and relaxed his chin on my head, he wrapped his arms around my waist, his hand still interwined with mine. they finally said their goodbyes, and i climbed into the backseat with casey.
i slept on part of the way to the beach, and the rest of the way we looked for baby names.
"how about...gwedonlyn?" stephanie suggested, heather and i looked at her like she was a lunatic,
"no!" we exclaimed simeltaniously, i rubbed my hurting head. it probably hurt from reading so much,
"how about crystal?" heather asked. i stopped rubbing my head and looked at her with an approving look on my face.
"crystal acosta." i mused,
"crystal sammy acosta." casey murmmered from where he was half asleep next to me. i nodded in agreement,
"mm. i like that. crystal sammy acosta." i said, my tongue immuning itself to the name. so that became the girl's name. we stopped looking for names after that, and i watched the sixth episode of season 7 of bones on my phone.
it was super cute. as in, really super cute.
When we arrived at the beach, I carefully shook Casey awake and climbed out of the van. "Samantha," Stephanie asked, standing next to me she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and walked around to the trunk with me, "are you feeling alright?" I shrugged,
"Yeah, I'm fine. Do we have any soda?" She gave me a look,
"Caffine isn't such a good idea Samantha. Horrible, in fact." She pulled out a Sprite and handed it to me. I accepted it and popped the cap open; taking a swig from it. All of Casey's cousins sat anxiously in their parents car parked next to our rental van. His aunts and uncles were talking to Warren and Stephanie, while Casey and I sat side by side together- fingers entwined.
I rested my head against his shoulder, and after a few seconds, Warren and Stephanie joined us and began pulling things out of the trunk. The anxious children were set free from their prison. Both me and Casey stood up and helped them carry the ice chest and lounge chairs down to the sand. The minute we dropped everything, Casey and Warren pulled their shirts off, and Heather, Stephanie and I pulled off our shorts and tanktops. Heather's bikini was a soft brown, and strapless, while Stephanie's was reddish-orange and had skinny straps.
Casey scooped me up bridal style and ran towards the sea, where he proceeded to drop me in. I squealed when the cold water hit my skin, and pushed some water towards Casey. Stephanie, Warren and Heather cautiously stepped. I grabbed Heather and Stephanie by their arms and pulled them in, while Casey grabbed Warren and pulled him farther out.
"Warren!" Came Mrs. Delaney's exclamation, he sighed, and we followed him like sad little puppies out of the sea, and straight towards the angry woman. She pointed to the lazily tossed lounge chairs, and after a slight hesitation, we began to set them up. I set mine up inbetween Stephanie and Casey, and I just knew that the rest of the day was going to rock.
Not only did the rest of that day rock, (inbetween all the soda and candy I had) but the next 2 months did, too. I was so glad Casey hadn't left me. He was sweet about even the smallest things. He made me breakfast every morning, drove me school, and was absolutly in love with the baby.
And I guess if you asked me, I was too.
Wow. That took a long time to write. Literally, months. Hope you guys enjoyed, I'm gonna try my best to add some more stories by today. Not sure what, but something.
R&R please, tell me what you think, what you hate, what you love, even what your pet chamelions name is. I don't care. I just love hearing from you guys. It makes my heart sing. And not well either. :D
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