6 months later
Emily POV:
I wake up with a sleeping Easton on my chest.
After about an hour of everyone arguing, we decided on a name.
Hanna insisted on naming our baby Hanna, Spencer was saying Emilia (which wasn't even one of the choices) and Aria was saying Lucy.
"I was right. You two make an awesome looking baby. Nice skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, your everything else." Hanna states, coming into the bedroom.
"Shh!" I shush her, pointing at Easton and Alison.
"Sorry..." She whispers, and sits on the bed.
"Are Spencer and Aria here?" I ask quietly.
They have a 5 month old named Mackenzie Rome. Which leaves them with a total of 5 kids.
Easton is 6 months old. Easton Mila.
"Uh, no. They should be getting here soon though." Hanna tells me.
Hanna lays down by my side and looks at Easton.
Easton stirs, and her bright blue eyes shoot open. Her eyes light up when she sees Hanna, but when she lifts her head up, they go droopy again.
"What was that about?!" Hanna shrieks, and I laugh.
"She probably thought you were Alison." I tell her.
"So she doesn't like me? Sob." Hanna pretend whines. She pouts her lips and pretends she's crying.
Easton looks at her, and her face turns sad. Within seconds, she's also crying.
"Hanna!" I whisper yell.
"What?" Hanna asks.
"You know she hates when people cry." I say, frustrated.
"Sorry. But I think it's cute that she cries at other people crying." She defends herself.
I roll my eyes, and sit Easton next to me. "Shh..." I soothe Easton.
She turns her head and looks at Alison. She giggles, and climbs on top of Alison.
She makes random noises, and a string of drool falls from her mouth onto Alison's, well my, shirt.
"How is she not waking up?" Hanna laughs.
"She's used to it by now." I say, watching Easton carefully.
"Is she crawling yet?" Hanna asks me.
"No. But she's acts like it, then she sits back down on her butt." I say.
"Well, she's still small, but she's moving faster along than Levi did." Hanna says in a matter-of-factly tone.
"Mum!" Emerson yells, running into the room.
"Hey, kid. It's before 9. Your mama is still sleeping." Hanna tells her, and I laugh.
"What's up, baby girl?" I ask her.
"I'm hungry." She says with a scrunched up face.
"Watch my kid, and don't hurt her." I say to Hanna as I get up.
"I'm not 17 years old anymore. I'll be fine." She says.
[...]
Spencer POV:
"Wake up." I say to Aria.
She groans and gets out of bed.
"Where's Mackenzie?" She asks.
"I put her in her bed last night. In her room." I tell her.
