Okay, I dropped the watermelon in the crib like 10 times and it didn’t fall. We’re good. I know you think I’m incapable of constructing a crib, but believe it or not,I am a man, I have two kids I know how to assemble a crib. This ain’t my first rodeo.
Oh A watermelon? Okay..that makes me feel a lot better. Not. A watermelon isnt a baby dad..not even close to it. babies move around, and touch things. And thanks for clearing that up I really thought you were a childless woman. But please..never use that expression again..ever.
Emma looked at the clock in her room. 12:14. Her dads wouldn’t be thrilled if they saw her leaving, but she didn’t want to be at home, and Alana wanted food. It was a perfect excuse. But just in case she better head out the window. Emma changed out of her pajamas throwing on a pair of shorts and an old sweater she had stolen from Blake when they were dating and climbed out her window and down the tree. She never understood why her dads had kept the thing there. They had to know that was how she always got in and out. Emma started the car quickly before heading off, driving down a few streets to find something open, finally settling on a chinese food place. She got the food quickly and then made her way to Alana’s texting her before she attempted to get inside the house.
Alana didn’t know what had been going on with her, ever since the beginning of her pregnancy. All she knew right now was she was hungry, and glad Emma was bringing her some food. Her sleep pattern had been off for awhile, and her family didn’t even question it anymore. She walked out of her room and to the living room, not bothering to change out of her pajamas. It was too much of a hassle, and she didn’t really care how she looked anymore. Alana had gotten used to people staring at her and giving her disapproving looks. It was honestly too stressful to care about what they thought, she couldn’t make everyone happy and it wasn’t like she planned to have a baby at sixteen. Alana sat down on the couch making herself comfortable and waiting for Emma. It wasn’t long before she got Emma’s text, she just texted her back ‘Doors open, i’m in the living room.’ not wanting to get up, after getting comfortable on the couch. She would have never thought it was hard getting around pregnant, but it was.
I.. I just disappeared for a few days without telling anybody anything. I wasn’t my best idea.
But how are you? And baby?
What? Why would you do that? Are you okay? Lee you should have at least told somebody.
I’m good, and so is the baby. How are you?
Yeah, give credit where credit is due… Kevin should’ve put that monstrosity together. Took me an hour… Fucking wood and shit.
Kevin was in California, but yes he should of, because he would actually used the instructions unlike you. I swear if that falls apart, I will kill you.
Running away from home wasn’t my best idea…
Lee, what are you talking about?
Thanks for sharing?