Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated much lately, I promise I'm not ditching any of my stories. I love them too much to do that! I've just been super busy lately, what with NaNoWriMo, YWG, friend drama, HoA drama … the works. But it's Summer now, so I'll be updating a lot more! Also, I've been writing a ton of fanfictions, so expect updates and new stories soon. Thank you so much for all of your reviews, and I will be doing shout outs and answers next chapter! In the mean time, do any of you guys know who Megan and Liz are? I adore their music, and was just wondering if any of you do too. Keep reading and happy Summer! – Sydney

NLN Chapter 4: Nina's POV

"Dinner!" Trudy called up the stairs.

"Are you going to be okay?" Fabian asked me. I nodded and got up, holding onto his shoulder for support.

"Ew! You got snot on my shirt!" he whined, and I laughed, while he hastily wiped it off.

"Ah!" I shrieked as I almost tripped down the stairs. Luckily, Fabian caught me before I could hurt myself or the baby.

"Ugh. I hate being so vulnerable!"

"It's alright love. I've got you." And he helped me down the stairs. Honestly, I couldn't see my feet too well, so him holding onto me was nice.

I sat down at the head of the table and began to inhale the roast beef and potatoes Trudy had made.

"Woah! Slow down Nina." Patricia said.

"Yeah, some of us want food too." Muttered Mick. I sent him a famous Nina Martin death glare, and Joy smacked her rude boyfriend.

"Ow! Joy!" Mick cried, rubbing his arm. Joy rolled her eyes and passed the potatoes down to me.

"Thanks Joy." I smiled, helping myself to another serving of potatoes.

MONTH 6: Nina's POV

Nikita and I are six months in, and I officially have lost sight of my feet. People have stopped staring, and I think they've accepted the fact that Fabian and I are going to be teen parents. I still haven't.

It was a rainy day when I felt the first kick. Fabes and I were doing homework in the living room when she moved.

"Oh." I whispered, a giant smile spreading across my face. I had been a bit worried that she'd not kicked yet, so I was relieved.

"Fabian, come here! Nikita's kicking!" I practically screamed. My perfect boyfriend's face lit up like me, and he rushed over from where he was making us snacks in the kitchen. Fabian put his warm hands on my stomach, but our daughter didn't move.

"Come on Kita, kick for daddy." I babied her. Suddenly, I felt it again. Fabian looked up at me like a miracle had happened, and I smiled. Actually, a miracle had happened.

"She's really there." He laughed.

"She is!" I said happily.

Amber walked in as Fabian began to plant a kiss on my stomach, right where the baby's head would be. She burst into tears and grabbed her phone, snapping a picture of us.

"Why are you crying?" I asked.

"It's so beautiful! You're almost like a little family!" my best friend squealed. As if the beauty was too much for her, Ambs raced up the stairs, still sobbing uncontrollably.

Nikita stopped kicking, so Fabian and I went back to doing homework. Amber was right, we were like a perfect family.