I got out of bed and walked down the stairs.
We had been at Kyle's house for 2 weeks now.
I stopped crying after the first week.
Niall wanted to be a douche. I did nothing to deserve it... Right?
I got out some crackers from the cabinet and some peanut butter.
Weird. I usually hate peanut butter.
Pregnancy scares me.
"Ooooh mummy we want some" I heard Joey say as he walked into the kitchen with Reese.
"How about no?" I said back.
"Awe. Mummy!! Why not?" Reese whined.
"Because you both just ate cookies" I said.
"I bet daddy would of let us have some" Joey and Reese mumbled.
"You are not to bring up your father!! This has nothing to do with this." I said.
"Mummy. I know you and..... Niall don't get along. I am completely on your side but, He has had a hard time. Maybe you guys could talk it over?" Joey said.
"Is that what you guys want?" I asked. They both nodded. I think Joey is bipolar. I'll have to look into that. I know he has OCD, but mostly with stuff always being clean. Like his toys and his floor.
"Mummy. Even though I don't know what love is.... Yet. I can tell you are completely in love with daddy. I can tell by your eyes. They seem brighter when your around daddy and how you were so hurt when he told you." Joey said.
I just wanna go lay down and sob. My clumsy baby JoJo is all grown up.
I can't believe he is turning 6 soon.
Joey left the kitchen, and then there was 2. hahaha.
"Mummy? Can I ask you a question?" Reese asked.
I nodded. She walked over to me and sat on my lap.
"What's up, buttercup?" I asked. she giggled.
"Well. I'm only.... this many" She said holding up 3 fingers.
"Woah. Slow your roll babe. Put down one finger" She put down a finger and looked at the two that were still up.
"Well. I'm this many. I no know what these big words mean. Teach me?" She asked. I nodded.
"Okay. What do you wanna know?" I asked.
"What is love?" She asked.
I was a tiny bit taken back. I guess I thought she'd ask about something else.
"Well. People express love in so many ways babe." I said.
"So is what daddy did expressing his love?" She asked.
"Well. Not really. Baby, Mummy and daddy love each other so much that we go as far as hurting each others feelings" I said.
"That makes no sense" She whined.
"Mummy and daddy will always have a special place for each other. Daddy will always be my one true love. I don't really plan on leaving daddy but I have to go as far as hurting him for him to know that if I come back our love was to strong" I explained. I was getting kinda confused by my wording but I knew what I meant.
"Oh. So since daddy hurt you. You have to give daddy a taste of his own medicine then when he is done taking the medicine- or in this problem after he's done being bad- you come back as his juice so the horrible taste is gone." She said. i nodded because I knew where she was getting at.
"You wanna know what my mummy said to me about life?" I asked.
"Ooooh. Yeah!! Yeah!!" She said while jumping up and down on my lap.
"Grandma evens used'ta say... Life is like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get" I said.
"What's that mean?" She asked.
"Do I get chocolate?" She suddenly asked. I chuckled.
"No. You silly goose. It means that life isn't gonna go how it's planned. Like love. You can't plan out who your gonna marry and how you'll get married and when you'll get married and how many kids you have. It all just sorta happens"
She nodded her head and then walked to the door.
She turned to look at me and smirked.
"You love daddy don't you?" She asked trying to do the little sponge bob grin.
(A/N: When sponge bob was like 'you like crabby patties, don't you' Or something like that)