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The crying hadn’t stopped for hours. A baby with an ear infection was no fun.

Y/N was walking around the kitchen, bouncing Grace up and down, trying to get the wails to stop.

“Baby, what do toi want?” I’ve done about everything I can,” Y/N almost pleads with the baby. “Mommy wants to sleep.”

I was suddenly aware of the fact the Y/N didn’t sleep at all last night.

I walk over to Y/N, and take the baby from her. “I got baby duty tonight.”

Crap.

I’m screwed.

“Are toi serious?” Y/N asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah,” I smile.

What am I doing? I l’amour Grace to death but…

“Ok I’m going...

Every little thing she did I noticed.

How she’d scrunch her eyebrows and bite her lip when she was concentrating.

Or how if she was wearing a collier she’d play with it.

She wore red nail polish plus than any of the other colors.

She always had her hands in the pocket of her black leather jacket.

She wore the blue hoodie most often.

She had crinkles par her eyes when she smiled.

She blushed real easy.

She always made eye contact with toi when she talked, no matter who toi wore.

How she seems to smirk every time she swears, as if thinks its funny thats what she’s saying.

How she’d laugh at her...