Chapter 18

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Today is my baby shower, I'm having a girl and we are calling her
Paisley Grace Johnson.
Tracey made this amazing Minnie Mouse cake and is help me and Casey move into our new house with soon with everyone else helping. I'm so exited to get my life back on track after the terrible incident.
Everyone started to arrive and the whole house was packed, as it was sunny we had it in the garden. Casey, Chet, Keith and the boys came towards the end. It was amazing. This is my last month of my pregnancy and it's going amazing. Chetly is exited and I have a loving family supporting me.
"You look like a air ballon" Chris laughs hugging me "And you look like a 27 year old man! Have a shave" I laugh kissing his cheek "How's my favourite girl then" he smiles sitting down "I'm good! How's my favourite Irish piece of shit" I laugh "He's great!" He smiles, "Oh" I smile "You ok" Chris frowns "She's kicking" I smile, I take his hand and place it on my stomach, his middle finger on my belly bar.
"Ok that's weird" he laughs "How? She's your niece" I smile "But she's kicking. She's inside you kicking" he frowns, suddenly going pale "Omg you've gone pale" I laugh "Yeah I feel sick" he stands, I follow him and he throws up in the toilet, I kneel down and rub his back "Chris are you pregnant matey" I laugh "Yeah! Totally" he frowns, I kiss his Tattoo and stand up, grabbing a class of water and passing it to him "Well, you're something else aren't you" he smiles taking a sip of the water "What do you mean?" I frown "No other girl would've done that" he admits, looking down "I've put up with Casey for how many years! Him and Chet put together are like 1,797 drunken states" I laugh "Pey! I've fallen for you" he whispers "Chris" I whisper back "You've fallen for me? How long" I speak a bit louder "About a year now" he smiles, "You love Casey though, I've had to live with that, I don't want this to be awkward" he smiles again "Come on! Let's forget this talk happened for today ok?" I smile, he helps me stand up and we head back to the garden,

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