"I know I know I know, the public haven't always favoured me that much anyway I don't know why it would be different now. I just hate the idea that I'm walking through a room of people who think that I'm after your money and that I'd use a baby to secure some of it" Amelia replies with a slight frow
Amelia's P.O.VThe one thing I have grown to hate about summer being over is driving home from work as the sun goes down, it makes me feel like a bad mum. I can't quite explain how, but something about pulling into the driveway with my headlights on makes me feel so sad, knowing that the sun has ris
Juni still has yet to say 'mama' or anything else, and it would be a fair assessment to say that I'm not dealing well with all of this. Rhode's reassurance and support definitely helped things, but missing something this momentous has me slowly spiraling back into some major self doubt territories.
"You're not bored to death by the likes of 'Peppa Pig' or 'Cocomelon' yet?" Bianca asks with amusement. Even the mention of Theo's favourite show piques his interest as his head lifts up away from the babies and into the direction of his mum."Oh god no, I'd never subject myself to that. We don't r
You know that Genevieve's first word was 'poo' right? Gem was carrying her past the bathroom while I was potty training Theo and she just screams out 'poo' as loud as she could". Bryan says with a half laugh. "Of course a first word is important, but it doesn't mean everything in the world. She didn
"To be honest, I feel anxious about taking her out on my own" Rhode states honestly as we wait at the corner for our crosswalk light to turn green. It's a surprising admission that immediately gets my attention."You've never mentioned anything like that" I express as I put a hand on his arm while h
"Hey, you remember yesterday when we had the family over for lunch?" I say just as we approach the small coffee stand near the fountain at the centre of the park. It's run by a father and son out of a truck that normally attracts a large crowd of locals but today seems a little isolated, supposed we
"Thank you" I mumble against his lips, brushing my nose against his. His hand lingers on my hip as I come down off of my tiptoes, the wind blowing some of my hair into my face."I'll support you either way, it's up to you" He softly states, his eyes never leaving mine as his hand leaves my hip and t