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This chapter is long, but enjoy haha! i rushed it, so sorry for mistakes, if there are any.
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Ally POV
"I'm hungry," I whined as Austin drove us home from one of his shows.
"Big surprise there," he replied.
"Shut up," I told him.
"Gladly."
We drove in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up. "I'm still hungry."
He sighed. "Yes, Als, I know." He reached behind him and pulled out a jar of pickles and then a jar of peanut butter, which I had been craving lately. "Here."
"Yay!" I exclaimed happily as I took them. "Wait, why did you have these in here?"
He shrugged. "Thought they'd come in handy. Which I was right. Besides, it saves me the trip of going to the store for you all the time. Do you know how many times I've gone lately?"
"Twenty?" I guessed.
"Yeah, somewhere around there," he said.
I was now three and a half months pregnant, and had finally gotten over the worst of my mood swings, much to my boyfriend's happiness, but I still craved random food combinations, obviously. I even had a baby bump now!
A thought suddenly struck me. "Oh, let's play a game!"
"Like what?" Austin chuckled. "I'm driving. I don't think Scrabble would go over very well, unless you count scrabbling a whole bunch of vehicles together when we crash."
"Drama queen," I rolled my eyes.
"That's king, thank you very much. And I am not."
"Whatever, I meant a game that just involves talking. Kind of like a quiz," I said.
"Ugh, I hate quizzes. It sounds like school." He said the word school like it was a disease.
"You don't go to school," I pointed out.
"I know, but still."
"Now, this game is to test your knowledge on babies!" I exclaimed.
"Wait, why can't you be asked questions too?" Austin protested as he turned a corner.
"Because I actually know things about pregnancy, and you don't?" I told him sarcastically.
"I do so!"
I turned in my seat to face him, even though he had to keep his eyes on the road. "Oh yeah? Okay, let's start. What's that thing called that's attached to me and the baby, which the doctor cuts after the baby is out?"
"Pfft, easy. It's a…uh, hold on…Um, I got this, it's just hard to think when I'm focusing on the road," he started.
"Uh huh," I smirked.
"I know this one. Just a sec…oh, I know! It's an ecological rope!" He leaned back in his seat all cool. "See? I know things."
"Really? Hmm, because last time I checked, it was called an umbilical cord." I raised an eyebrow.
Austin hit the steering wheel. "Shit! That was my next guess, I swear!"
"Sure it was. Okay, game over, this will get no where," I told him.
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Fine by me."
We drove a bit longer before I thought of another thing. "We should go to Britney's now while we're close. We're only a few minutes away."
Austin paled. "Britney's? As in Britney's Babies?"
"No, Britney Spears."
"Oh," he said. "Awesome!"
I whacked him upside the head. "You idiot! Yes, Britney's Babies!"
"Ow!" he shrieked. "I thought you were done with your hormones!"
"That doesn't mean I still can't hit you when you say something stupid!"
"Well, next time, can you hold in your smack or punch until I'm finished driving?" he exclaimed. "Why do we have to go to Britney's now?"
"Because you don't know anything, so we need books ASAP," I answered. "You didn't even know what the thing is called that's attached to me and the baby." I looked at him. I was testing him again, to see if he could get it right this time.
"I did so! I said it was a biological string!" he protested. Nope, still an idiot. God, I swear he's got the shittiest memory ever.
"Okay, one: that's not what it is. Two: you didn't call it that the first time; you called it an ecological rope, and three: it's a fricken umbilical cord, you dork!" I exclaimed.
"Right, I forgot," he said sheepishly. "Don't be so harsh, Ally. Deep breaths."
"Don't tell me what to do," I warned.
"Yeah, because that went over so well last time," he shot back.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Austin, just pull into Britney's when you come up to it please."
"Alright, fine," he groaned.
He pulled into the parking lot of the baby store and we hopped out. Once we got inside, people immediately stared at Austin. "Oh joy."
"Come on, famous boy, we've got book shopping to do," I whispered to him as I pulled him to the book aisle. While I dragged him there, we got stares. Me, at my stomach. Him, because he's Austin Moon. Oh, and probably the fact that he got his 19 year old girlfriend pregnant. I wish people would just mind their damn business.
I grabbed a book when we arrived and handed it to Austin. "This one looks good for you." It read "Pregnancies for Dummies: Boy's Guide to Their Pregnant Girlfriends."
"Ha ha, very funny," he told me as I erupted into laughter.
I turned to the shelf again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Austin toss the book into the cart. I inwardly grinned.
After a few minutes of looking, I heard a scream.
I turned to my boyfriend, who was beside me flipping through a huge baby book. "Seriously, Austin? What, did you drop a book on your foot?"
"That wasn't me," he replied. "And no, I'm not that stupid." As soon as he said stupid, he dropped the book he was holding on his foot.
"Not stupid, hey?" I smirked while he shrieked in pain.
I heard the scream again, and we both looked at the end of the aisle and saw a little boy who looked about five years old with his mother, who was holding another baby in her arms.
"Mommy, I want that toy!" the little boy yelled, stomping his foot.
"Tyler, stop it, you're making a scene. You have enough toys at home, now if you don't stop crying, we're going home right now," his mother replied firmly, grabbing his hand.
"No! I want that one!" Tyler screeched, flopping down onto the floor and bursting into tears.
"Oh, for goodness sakes," his mother said tiredly as she set her baby down in the stroller and pulled Tyler up from the ground, holding his kicking form as they walked away, his screams fading.
"Jesus," Austin muttered. "I feel bad for that mom."
"I hope our kid isn't like that," I thought out loud nervously. "I mean, that mom looked at least forty and was having trouble, and we're 19!"
"Ally, every kid is different," he told me gently. "Relax; you haven't even had the baby yet."
I sighed. "I guess so."
We finished with the books and decided to look around to pass the time. We had nothing else to do.
"Oh my god, look, babe!" I exclaimed as I rushed over to a crate full of stuffed baby ducks. "They're so cute!"
Austin chuckled as I picked one up. It quacked. "It even quacks!"
"Ally, don't get carried away, you'll want to buy everything in the store," my boyfriend told me. "Remember at Clementine's?"
Oh yes, I remember. Trish and I had dragged Austin and Dez dress shopping for our prom, back when we were 17 to Clementine's, a fancy dress boutique in the Mall of Miami. Let's just say, I blew A LOT of money in there.
I waved my hand. "No, I won't, I'll be fi- oh my gosh, that teddy bear is huge! I want it, I want it!" I ran over to the bear.
"Ally, what did I just say?" Austin warned.
"Right, sorry." I took a deep breath. "I'm okay."
He grinned. "Good. I think I saw another good book back in the book aisle, so I'll be right back, okay? Don't. Go. Crazy."
I nodded and he left.
I looked around for a bit in the section before I heard a quack, followed by a, "Sweetie, you can't take that."
I turned around to see a little girl holding one of the quacking ducks I had before, and another girl, who looked around my age, maybe younger.
The older girl had long, bleach blonde hair that was in a high ponytail and straight bangs. He outfit was a hot pink sundress, black fishnet leggings, combat boots, and black fishnet wrist gloves with the finger tips cut off.
She had glittery eye shadow, black eye liner that made her bright blue eyes pop, a hoop in one side of her nose, piercings up one ear and a bar through the top. Bottom line: punk rock chic. She kind of reminded me of Rydel Lynch, minus the piercings.
She saw me staring and gave me a small smile. "She loves her toys."
I smiled. "She's adorable." The little girl was wearing jeans, a pink t-shirt, and her blonde hair was in two small pigtails.
"Thanks," the girl said. "I'm Quinn." She picked up the baby. "And this is Sheridan."
Sheridan gave me a small wave before burying her face in Quinn's neck.
"Sorry, she's pretty shy," Quinn said.
I waved at Sheridan. "No problem. I'm Ally," I introduced myself.
"Wait a second. Ally, Ally, Ally," Quinn trailed off in thought, and then snapped her fingers with her free hand. "Got it. You're Austin Moon's girlfriend, right? Ally Dawson?"
"Yeah, that's me," I said.
"I thought you looked familiar," Quinn grinned. "Your songs that you write for him are really good!"
"Oh, thanks!" I smiled. "Yeah, Austin's around here somewhere. So, is Sheridan your little sister?"
"Oh no," Quinn laughed. "She's my two year old daughter."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, embarrassed.
"Oh, don't worry about it; I get it all the time. It's fine, honestly. I'm a teen mom, so I'm used to it," she replied.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you now?" I asked.
"17."
"Oh boy," I exhaled. "I thought I was young now."
"Be happy you didn't get pregnant at 15," Quinn told me, shifting Sheridan in her arms. "It's a lot of work. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Sheridan to death, but it ruins your teenage years."
I nodded. "Well, I'm 19 and pregnant, but that's still young."
"How far along are you?"
"Almost four months," I answered.
"Well, 19 is better than 15, but yeah, I'm not going to lie to you, it doesn't get easier," Quinn said.
"Yeah, I kind of figured. I'm so scared," I admitted.
"You'll be okay in the end, trust me. It will be really hard, especially at such a young age, but once you see your baby for the first time," Quinn kissed Sheridan's forehead, "You'll love him or her. You just get this motherly bond."
I nodded. "Thanks for the advice."
"No problem."
"Als, if I come around this corner and see you holding more than five things in your hands- Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?" Austin said as he came around the corner and saw Quinn and Sheridan.
I shook my head. "No. Austin, this is Quinn and her daughter Sheridan; Quinn, this is Austin."
Quinn smiled and shook Austin's hand with her free one. "I know who you are, I'm a huge fan."
"Really?" Austin said happily.
"Oh, definitely," she said. "It's great to meet you."
"Likewise," he said. "So, this is your daughter?"
Quinn nodded. "Teen mom. I had her when I was 15, and she's two now." Austin's eyes widened. "Yeah, I know. Ugh, Sher, when did you get so heavy?" she groaned as she set Sheridan down, who immediately tottered over to Austin on her little legs, grabbing his leg.
Quinn looked genuinely shocked. "What the hell? You're the first person she's ever willingly gone up to before. She must really like you."
Sheridan screeched again happily from Austin's leg.
"She wants you to pick her up," Quinn said apologetically.
My boyfriend shrugged and scooped her up in his arms. Sheridan sucked her thumb and glanced around with her head on Austin's shoulder.
I smiled. "I need a camera right now. This is definitely an 'Awe' moment."
"So, what brings the two most famous teenagers in the nation to Britney's?" Quinn asked.
"Shopping for baby books," Austin replied. "Ally seems to think we need them now."
"Yeah, because he doesn't know anything about pregnancy. He called an umbilical cord an ecological rope, and then two minutes later, he called it a biological string," I explained.
"Do we really need to advertise?" Austin sighed, bumping my hip with his since his arms were preoccupied with Sheridan.
Quinn stared at him and then burst out laughing. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, but that is so funny! That's even worse than Sheridan's dad."
"Seriously?" I asked incredulously.
She nodded. "Yep. But he's not around anymore. He left two months into my pregnancy. He still pays child support, but Sher only sees him a few times a year."
"I'm sorry," I said softly.
She shrugged. "It is what it is, but I wish for my daughter's sake that he was around a lot more. She needs her dad in her life, not just her mom."
I nodded in understanding. Quinn glanced at her watch.
"Crap, sorry to be rude, but I've got to get Sheridan to a doctor's appointment," she said.
"No worries," I told her. "We've got to get going too."
Quinn grabbed my wrist and pulled out a pen from her bag. She wrote something down. "My cell number. Maybe we can go out for lunch sometime soon and talk more."
"Yeah, sure," I replied. "I'll be sure to call or text."
"Sounds great," she said. "Come on, Sher Bear, time to go." She slid her hands onto her daughter's hips, ready to pull her out of Austin's arms.
Sheridan whimpered and clung to Austin tighter. Man, she really likes him.
Sheridan shook her head.
After a few seconds, Quinn finally managed to free her daughter, who had now started crying. "I know, I know, baby, we can see Austin and Ally another time." She shot us an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Austin waved it off.
"It was great meeting you guys," she said. "Don't hesitate to call for anything. I may not be an expert, but I've done it once before."
I smiled. "Believe me, we won't."
With one last wave, Quinn and Sheridan left around the corner.
"Jesus, 15 years old," Austin said. "You have to admire her though."
"Yeah, I do and I barely know her."
"Hey, you know who she reminds me of?" Austin asked as he walked towards the checkout with the cart.
"Who?"
"Rydel Lynch, minus the piercings."
"Oh my god, I know, right?!" I exclaimed. "That's what I thought too!'
"She's honestly, like, the spitting image of her. Same style, too."
I nodded and we checked out quickly, all the while people asking Austin for his autograph and getting pictures with him. It took us twenty minutes to buy the books.
When we got back to the vehicle, he sighed with relief.
"What?" I laughed as I tapped Quinn's number into my phone.
"Don't get me wrong, I love my fans and everything, and love talking to them, but I need my space sometimes."
"You're Austin Moon. You're more popular than Justin Bieber," I told him. "Part of being a rock star."
Austin started the vehicle and drove off. "Yeah, I know. Wish they'd save it for meet and greets though. Couldn't they see I was a little busy?"
I shrugged and put my phone away. "We have lots of reading to do."
"How many books did we buy?"
"Eight," I replied. "And they're big."
"Ah, shit."
A/N: This chapter was kind of a filler, but I hope you liked it anyways! At least 15 reviews for the next chapter! :) Like the whole Rydel Lynch thing? I love her :) Quinn's look was partly inspired by her, but I made Quinn a little more 'rockish," haha
I'm not trying to promote teen pregnancy, but i had to make Quinn a teen mom for the sake of the chapter
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