Friday, April 23, 2049

Bayley's P.O.V.

A week after our anniversary, Taylor is crunching for his last semester of high school so he can graduate in June. I can't believe we won't be in the same school anymore. He has decided to take a year off from college so he can make a final decision on where he wants to go to. I tried to talk him into going to Boston Community College for two years before we make a decision together on a four year college, but he wants me to finish high school here with my friends.

Did I mention how much I fucking love this man?

Rawlings is three months old still. Next month she'll be starting daycare and I can't believe she's big enough to start daycare. Like, where did the time go?

Taylor did have last Friday off, we decided to go out to dinner with Rawlings and it wasn't that bad. I was having a mini anxiety attack because I just didn't want to be that teen mom that takes their baby out and my baby is screaming the whole time. Luckily, Rawlings was good and slept most of the time.

It's now the end of April, and I am going to have Rawlings to myself for the night because Taylor is working the night shift at work. He took on another job at the movies to save up for college.

Holy shit, I'm not ready for this.

You're a baby, Bayley. You've had Rawlings to yourself before. Stop overreacting.

After school, I have Ayliana drop me and Rawlings off at our apartment. Taylor had to go straight to work after school. I feel so guilty now.

I can go home, let the baby sleep and relax while he can't. Yes, I have a project due next week and a few tests next week, but I don't have to go work my ass off after eight hours of school.

When I get inside the apartment, I walk a sleeping Rawlings into her room and put her down for her nap. After that, I walk back into the living room to grab my book bag and I open it and grab everything I need for my project.

I look at the clock an hour later.

3:30PM. Fuck me. I have been working on this fucking stupid project for one hour. And, I have more homework to do.

I have a technology project due, math test on Monday, a parenting test due early next month and a science project due on Friday. I have so much to do and I feel like I can't even catch my breath.

I start with the technology project because that's easy to do. Halfway through though, I hear Rawlings crying in her crib. I let out a sigh.

Why are you sighing like you hate her, ma'am? You went through the pregnancy for a reason and gave birth to her.

I shake the feeling off quickly and head towards to my daughter's nursery. I walk inside her room and walk over to my crying daughter, picking her up in my arms and rock her.

"Shhh, baby girl. Everything's okay." I whisper to her. After a while, trying to sooth my crying daughter, and nothing seems to be working, I walk her into the living room, and sit on the couch with my daughter in my arms.

Rawlings wouldn't stop crying. She seemed very upset about something. She must have had a bad dream. I rub her back slowly before I stand up to feed her with a bottle.

We recently changed from my breast milk to formula. I mix the rest of my milk I have with the formula. It took Rawlings a few days to get used to the bottle at first.

After feeding Rawlings, I burp her, rub her back and held her up for a while before she started falling asleep in my arms.

I got up from the couch again, walked into the nursery, placed Rawlings back in her crib and headed back to the couch to try to get back to work.

I fucking hate homework. I really do. It sucks.

Around 5:30PM, I finished my technology project. I got started on the science project. Not even five minutes in, I felt the need of a snack so I put my laptop down and headed to get chips and dip.

I put on some Netflix while I had some chips and dip. I turned on The 100. I was snacking on the chips when I received a text message.

Mom; Hi, sweetie. How are you doing?

Bayley; I'm trying to get homework done. It's hard today. I've been stressing out about it. I have a science project due on Friday and that's hard for me to do anything when Rawlings is upset.

Mom; Awww, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sure you'll get through it. I completely understand how you feel. I went through it myself with you and your brother.

Bayley; I'll call you if you need you. Taylor is working until midnight at the pizza place. I understand why he took on another job for college savings...

Mom; Alright, honey. I love you.💕

Bayley; I love you too. ️

After texting with my mother, I went back to my project for thirty minutes before deciding to order some McDonald's on Doordash because I'm just feeling lazy so I decided to just order my dinner.

Twenty six minutes later, my order is delivered. After getting my order from my dasher, I sit on the couch again and started eating my food with a movie playing on Netflix.

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From seven to 11PM, I was up with the baby every two hours to change and feed her. By 11:30PM, I decided to go to bed after changing into something more comfortable. I climbed into bed and not even five minutes later, I was fast asleep.

By 12:30AM, I feel Taylor climb into bed with me, cuddling close to me and I slowly open my eyes to face him.

"Hi." I say, yawning. He smiles at me before kissing my head.

"Hi, baby girl. How was your day?" He asks me, and I chuckle. "I'm breathin, I made it. It was stressful. I had homework, and Rawlings had a long day herself..." I tell him.

He nods, frowning and hums. "Oh, is she okay now?" He asks me, concerned.

I nod my head. "Yeah, she's calmed down now. She's fast asleep. She was a little cranky but she's alright."

Taylor nods his head. "Good." After saying 'I love you', he yawns. "Let's go to bed. I'm exhausted." I agreed with him and we both fell asleep.

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AN: Another update! :)

I hope you enjoyed!

It was a short chapter but I'm hoping to be finished with this season by the end of 2021. That's my goal at least.

No promises on that though... I have 13 chapters to go until this season is wrapped up...