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" Diapers?"
" Check."
" Blankets?"
" Check."
" Bottles?"
" Check."
" Non-pregnant Everly?"
Really.
" Yes Blake, check." I laugh.
I watch as Blake's eyes moves up from his clipboard to look at mine. He was kind enough to put a list of things I'll need for the flight together. Except he doesn't know how to be serious at times.
I'm flying with a new born so it's a little more tricky than when I was pregnant. I have to make sure I have everything she might need on the trip there. It is a few hours that we'll be up in the sky and a crying baby is the last thing that I need.
I'm so tired.
I can't remeber the last time I slept peacefully. I'm not complaining I'm just really tired. Being a new mom is tiring but it's also the most beautiful thing I have witnessed in my entire life. I love waking up and feeling excited about holding her in my arms. I love the way her eyes lock on mine and the way her little hand wraps around my finger. I love her.
" I'm just making sure." Blake laughs.
He picks up a few bags while I hold Chicka in my arms. She's sleeping. Shocking I know. Stella comes into the room with her phone pressed against her ear.
" The jet is ready to leave." she mouthes.
Liam's jet is still here from when Chase dropped by. I assume Chase is still somewhere in London seeing as he didn't take off with the jet. Stella manged to arrange a flight back to America without Liam's permission. She agrees with me that Liam would've probably demanded us to stay here and arrange for his jet to be taken away or something like that. Only reason why Stella decided to go behind her brother's back is probably because she's home sick as well. I offered her to move in with me if Liam decides to kick her out as a joke but then I realized that it is something Liam would do.
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Stella ticks on her watch while continuing to talk on her phone. Guess it's time to go.
I nod and look back at Blake. My heart breaks at the sight of him. This man has helped me through a lot. I met him when I had no where else to go. When I felt so lonley that I didn't know if I would see tomorrow. He helped me through it all. Gave me a place to stay and accepted the emotional baggage that came with me. Even the danger. I still wonder how he was so calm through it all. Although he was distant the last few weeks I understood that he has things going on and that's why I'm not upset that he won't be joining me in America. Doesn't mean I'm not going to miss him. I already miss him and I haven't even left.
" No soppy goodbyes young lady. I'll see you in a few weeks." he jokes.
He knows me too well.
" I'm just - just urgg I'm going to miss you so much Blake." I say.
Blake walks over to me. I hand Chicka to Stella and immediately wrap my arms around Blake's waist.
" Thank you for everything. " I say into his chest.
Blake kisses the top of my head and pulls me away from him.
" Just be safe okay. " he says and kisses me on the head one more time.
I chuckle. Guess I finally got the big brother I always wished for.
" Can't promise anything." I shrug and take Chicka into my arms again.
Blake rolls his eyes and starts leading the way to the front door. I stop at the kitchen and quickly walk in.
I can't leave without saying goodbye to Sylvia.
" Thank you for everything Sylvia. And listen, you have my number so if Blake troubles you just give me a call. I'll whip his ass." I say and give her a quick kiss on the cheek.
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She laughs and bids me goodbye.
I take one last look at the house. Sure gonna miss it.
" See you soon Blake. " I say kissing him on the cheek. I walk over to Stella's car and buckle up Chicka in her infant car seat.
Just as I was about to open the passenger door a hand stops me. I turn to look at the owner of the hand.
" Chase?"
There he stands. In his gray t shirt and ripped black jeans he still looks intimidating. Of course he would show up.
" Didn't think you'll leave without me mate?"
" What's with the accent you creep?" I laugh. I'm pretty sure he's saying it wrong.
Chase rolls his eyes.
" I missed you too." he says and kisses my cheek.
This day gets weirder and weirder. I walk back around and climb in next to Chicka. She's still fast asleep. I take a moment to look at her. I'll never get tired of this sight.
" Oh my God will you shut up. " I hear Stella complain.
This is going to be a long trip to the airport.
xxx
After what feels like hours we arrive at the airport. A few men come to take our baggage to the jet. Of course Stella takes first place with all her baggage.
I unbuckle Chicka from her seat. She's awake now and she's making the cutest sounds.
" I know your Aunt is a fashion freak." I talk to Chicka.
" I will smack you Everly." Stella warns.
I chuckle. Chase comes to a halt next to me.
" Oh my God." he whispers.
His eyes are locked on Chicka. She's busy observing her surroundings and doesn't notice the new pair of eyes on her.
" She's beautiful. " he whispers.
I smile. See I'm not the only one that thinks she's beautiful.
" Can I hold her? " He hesitantly asks. I nod and hand her over to Chase.
He carefully takes her in his arms. It's quite the sight to see a powerful gang member be so delicate with a new born.
Her hand wraps around his finger and I swear I almost see a tear. Gosh they look so adorable.
" I don't think you'll be getting your baby back soon." Stella laughs.
I can't help but laugh at the sight. It's beyond adorable. I let Chase be. I don't want to be the reason for the pout on his face when I take Chicka.
We all board the jet and soon enough we are off into the sky. I had to take Chicka from Chase because she started crying from the pressure of the air on her ears but as soon as she stopped Chase took her back while shooting me a death glare.
Chase kept Chicka busy the whole flight which meant I got at least a little sleep in. Soon enough we arrived in New York. I can't explain the excitement I felt when I climbed out of the jet. The air smells fresher. The ground looks cleaner. The whole atmosphere is different from England. I'm not throwing shade but America will always be my home.
It feels good to be home.
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