Chapter Thirty Four (2)

"It's my

birthday!!" Squealed Ava as she skipped through the hallway on their way

to the stairs. It hadn't sunk in until then that it was that exact day that a

little mini Ava popped out of her awful mother's area.

She ran her fingers through the soft material of

the cute white dress Lucas had given her the night before as a pre-birthday

gift. It was something she had her eye on for a while but it was too expensive

and never thought she'd actual own it. She'd always assumed it was just one of

those things she'd admire from a far.

Ava felt giddy at the fact he noticed more than

the fact he actually bought it.

"C'mon slow..." she reached over and

poked him in the stomach as she said, "POKE." She giggled and rubbed

the tip of her finger, cursing herself for forgetting his stomach was a pack of

hard abs and not a soft tummy, unlike herself.

"That hurt, baby girl." He said in mock

hurt, lifting up his t-shirt. "Kiss it better?"

Ava only responded with a nervous laugh, her face

as red as a