It's complicated

Sofia is just 18 years old when her best friend leaves her with her baby. Now Sofia is forced to take on the role as mother, while working full-time at a diner. What happens when a certain boy band goes to that specific diner, and takes interest in Sofia? Read to find out :)

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3. Put my fucking baby down!

It’s been six months since she left. In the beginning I was a mess, I wasn’t ready for the role as a mother either. But I signed the papers, it didn’t really seem like I had an option. I love Dara with all of my heart, so giving her away wasn’t an option. I have started to pick up more shifts at the diner. Everybody there is very understanding and they help me out a lot. Except Sarah my boss, she is very traditional and doesn’t approve of me having a baby out of wedlock. Yeah, I don’t really tell people that I’m not Dara’s biological mother. It would just rise up to many, unwanted questions. Whenever I can’t get a babysitter I sneak Dara into the backroom of the Diner. She is a very quiet baby, so she just sleeps. I of course have my baby alarm on me, and check up on her as much as I can. 

“Shit, fucking, crap, shit!” I muttered while walking down the busy street in London. Dara was in the baby carrier just relaxing. Like I said very chill baby. Except when I want to sleep, then she screams bloody murder. Yay right? Note the sarcasm.

“Yes, yes I know I shouldn’t curse in front of you” I say looking at Dara. I didn’t get a response, except if a snot bubble counts? Yes the diner I was finally here! I hurried in, quickly smiling at my co-workers before I ran into the back room.

“Here you go sweetie” I smiled giving her a rattle, and a small kiss on the forehead. I sat down the small baby walkie-talkie next to the baby carrier, and but the other one in my apron and ran out in the diner.

“You look like hell cariño.” Sergio says looking at me. His eyes trailed over my frazzled red hair, and my green eyes with bags under them.

“Dara kept me awake all night” I answer back not even a little annoyed at his comment. I am too tired to be annoyed. Plus who could be angry with this stunning Spanish talking man? It’s a loss to my entire gender, that he is gay. Plus I couldn’t really date him since he is like 40 years old.

“Table 9 is waiting for their drinks, and you need to take the order of table, 5 and 7” He said before walking away and taking somebody else’s order.

“And this horrible, horrible salad for table 3” Boris reminded me in a strong Russian accent. Boris isn’t exactly a fan of non-meat meals.

“Thanks” I quickly walk of with the tray of drinks and food.

I wish it were a slow day today, so I could catch a nap with Dara. But nooo! Every fucking person in Brooklyn had to come to our freaking Diner! I am running around like an idiot trying to do everything at once. While running out into the kitchen to put some dressing and possibly some spit in a rude mans salad. Cause it was awful and he couldn’t believe that I served him this shit. Fucking rude guy! Yeah, I’m a bit stressed out. Can’t you tell by my wonderful mood? Note the sarcasm. Well I am running out towards the kitchen when I run into Sarah. Great just what I need a judgemental bitch.

“Oh, sorry Sarah, as you can see I’m quite busy” I tried to sound polite, but I sounded annoyed if anything.

“Yeah and you just got another table”

“What?”

“They didn’t want to cause a commotion, so I told them that they could sit in the backroom”

Shit Dara!

Before she got the chance to say anything more, I handed the salad to Sergio and almost ran into the backroom. Why the fuck would she sent people in here? And who are they? Questions were flying in my mind as I was entering the backroom. What I saw was five good-looking guys one of them holding Dara.

“Put my fucking baby down!” 

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