"Look at these!" I yell, my eyes glued to my laptop.

"God, Soph it isn't even born yet, stop shoe shopping for the baby!" Axton says, closing his book and turning to my side of the bed.

"Come on! You never know when the baby's gonna develop an on and off shoe obsession and stop calling the baby it!" I smack his hand.

"Uh, that's you, not the baby," he says, and thinking about it now, I do have an on and off shoe problem.

"Yeah, you're right." I mumble closing the laptop and crawling up into Axton's arms.

The rain splashed onto the roof and the streets of New York City, the dark cloud patrolled the sky and the chill wind blew strongly, causing every tree to sway with its strength.

"Can we bake cookies?" he asks me and I chuckle.

"Sure, but don't do anything without my permission." I tell him and he nods, okay we all know he's gonna do some shit. He gets off the bed but I just lay there. I rather watch the view of New York from our bed than go bake.

"Get up!" he throws a pillow at me.

"What the hell Axton?" I throw the pillow back at him, but it misses, just my luck.

"Wow Soph, quite an aim you got there." he chuckles and I roll my eyes.

"I don't wanna get up." I mumble and he walks up, takes me into his arms and walk towards the door.

"I can walk you know."

"Want me to make sure you can't?" he asks and I internally scream yes.

"Shut up." I mumble as he walks into the kitchen and places me on the kitchen island. He stands between my legs and rests his arms on the island, trapping me.

"My t-shirt looks so good on you," he mumbles looking down at me. I practically live in his t-shirts, they're fucking comfortable.

"Your smile looks good on you." I mutter and he grins.

"Yeah?" he asks and I nod.

"Well, once you're always with me, I'll always have a reason to smile." he says and this time I'm the one smiling.

"Cheesy, but cute." I chuckle, but he doesn't, he's staring into my eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asks and my heart swells.

"You're the only reason I'm alive, you've saved me from the darkness of my own thoughts, there's no me without you baby." he says and tears form in my eyes.

"Sorry, its the hormones." I slightly chuckle as he kisses my forehead.

"I love you," I tell him, meaning every word.

"I don't deserve you." he strokes my cheek with the back of his hand and I look away because if I look at him, I'll cry.

"Yes, you do." I mutter.

"No baby, I don't," he sighs and I wrap my arms around him, around the boy that never left me alone in my dark times, the boy that held me when the world broke every piece of my heart.

"I'm going to be the best husband and father I can possibly be," he says, his hands settled on my stomach.

"Alright, I don't like you crying, let's make these cookies." he says and I chuckle, wiping my tears away.

"Get the flour," I tell him, seeing its the only missing ingredient in his arms.

"Yes ma'am." he says, walking back to the cabinets and grabbing flour. My phone rings and I hop off the counter and walk to the coffee table to get it, all while Axton glares at me for probably jumping off the counter.

"Hi mom." I answer the phone, plopping down on the couch.

"Sophia, darling you need to get home right now!"

"I am home," I mumble, tired.

"I meant my house!"

"Uh, why? Did Sebastian throw Shyla off the freaking balcony, again?" I ask and the handsome man behind me chuckles, making me turn to watch him mix the ingredients in the bowl, his shirtless torso, captivating my eyes. Sophia stop staring.

"No! Sophia, I found something, just come over, soon. I have to get to set soon." with that she hangs up and I frown.

"What's wrong baby?" Axton walks up to me, behind the couch and I prop myself up on my knees, wrapping my hands around him.

"My mom wants me to come over." I tell him as he draws shapes on my bare shoulder.

"Nope." he says.

"I know, I don't wanna leave the cookies too," I mumble and he pulls away looking at me with an amused look. What the fuck is so funny?

"Is something fucking funny?" I ask him and he breaks out laughing.

"This pregnancy is making you feisty baby." he laughs and I look at him unamused.

He thinks he's funny.

"So, you're worried about the cookies? Not your fiance?" he asks.

"I mean,"

"Yeah." I mumble and he laughs. What's so funny?

"Axton, stop fucking laughing, oh my God you're stressing me out!" I whine, but I'm not really stressed out. What is wrong with me?

"Okay babe, I'm sorry. Go get ready, I'll drive you there."

"I can drive Axton, one stupid accident isn't going to stop my car concerts," I tell him, getting off the couch and he slaps my ass as I walk to the bedroom.

"Asshole," I mumble.

"Yours truly." he winks at me and I roll my eyes, holding back a smile, his winks make me smile okay!

I walk to our closet and turn to my side. I grab a black crop top, dark jeans, and a coat. My stomach isn't showing any signs of pregnancy, so Axton and I decided to enjoy the privacy just to ourselves, we haven't even told our families, well I haven't.

"Soph, baby I think I burnt the cookies." Axton mumbles against the door.

"Seriously?" I ask him opening the door, as I slip into my coat.

"No, I just wanted you to open the door." he says walking towards me and trying to kiss me.

I swerved that bitch.

"You're slow." I giggle.

"Shut up, come here." he grabs me and leans in for a kiss but I pull away, slightly laughing.

"Stop!" he whines and I continue laughing as he grips my waist tighter and brings me closer to him. He leans in, and I do too but as his lips brush with mines, I turn, so he kisses my cheek instead.

"Sophia!" he whines like a kid and I laugh at how cute he looks. But my laughing is brought to a stop when he wraps his hand around my throat and brings our lips together, his grip preventing me from moving away and claiming him victory.

"Don't play that game with me, love," He says, his lips still brushing against mine.

"Why? Scared you'll lose the second time?" I ask him. His lips make their way to my jaw, nearing my ears.

"I don't loose baby, you should know that by now." he says, lightly biting my earlobe. I suck in a sharp breath.

"Oh, would you look at that. Time for you to go." he says smirking.

"I hate you," I mumble, pushing him off me, only to be pulled back by him.

"Drive safe," he kisses the corner of my lips. I only hum in response, somehow making my way out the apartment, I get down to the garage and get into the car. In a few minutes I was on the rainy, dark streets of New York, even with rain falling, the city was alive. My phone vibrates and I see a message from Axton.

Axton: Seatbelt baby, also I actually burnt the cookies. :(

I roll my eyes at his message, while smiling and pulling the seatbelt over my body.

---

"Are you serious Seb?" Shyla yells and I instantly take a step back, think my pregnancy mood swings were crazy? Shyla just yelled at Seb, cried onto the couch and sung the birthday song, in the past seven minutes.

"Shyla, stop fucking yelling!" Seb says, cracking his fingers, he does that when he's angry or stressed.

"What happened?" I ask him because I couldn't hear him speaking over the wanna-be Beyonce over here.

"I fucked up." he says and I frown.

"I told Amanda she's just another girl I'm with,"

"Oh Seb!" I hug him, because I've never seen him this way with a girl, hell, I've never seen him with one girl in the same day.

"Sophia, I'm not gonna hug you-"

"Children! All of you out! Except for Sophia, now!" my mom says and my two siblings walk to the kitchen.

"Mother, have you finally lost it?" I ask her and she puts her glasses on, opening a black folder and placing a velvet box down.

"No, maybe, take a look at this." she hands me the folder, pictures of Kiara.

"Oh my God." I gasp reading the words on the paper.