𝖨 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖨𝗇 𝖬𝗒 Arranged 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾

Chapter 5

A/N: Heyyyyy!!
How are y'all right now?

Y'all doing great :) ?
        or
Annoyed :( ?

Literally my two moods.
I may be bipolar idk.

Anyways should we get started?

*Crickets chirping*

I said should we get started?!!

! 110 people are cheering and 27 people are supporting!

Thank you so so much y'all hoes!!
It means the world to me and inspires me to publish a chap knowing that someone out there is reading.

Anyways enough with all the sappy and emotional stuff.

Actually we're not done with sappy stuff I mean the whole chap is gonna be-

Ok I'm gonna hol' up and shut up cause I'm giving out spoilers.

Soooooooooooo

*Recap* Poor Nico though, he was so confused and didn't understand why we're all crying.

And I'm glad he doesn't feel our pain.

END OF FLASHBACK CHAPTERS

Kayla's pov

2 years after, the tragedy

I really don't know how,

O͜͡N͜͡E͜͡ M͜͡i͜͡N͜͡U͜͡T͜͡E͜͡  I͜͡T͜͡ W͜͡A͜͡S͜͡

"Nope nope Nico don't put your finger in the batter."

"Don't you dare."

*Giggle*

*Gasp*, you did not just giggle at me?" I said.

He then proceeds to put his finger into the chocolate chip batter as my anxiety levels star

"Ok ok you can mix it!"
I said frantically and put the electric mixer on. And it came on with  a vroom vroom sound.

"See vroom vroom." I said.

He look up at me with his thumb in his mouth.

Yes! 1 brownie point, I got his attention.

"Vroom?" He says and tilts his head.

"Yep! vroom" I said. 

Then I slowly walk toward him watching his every move then I slowly give the electric mixer to him.

I start to teach him how to use it.
One second were on the second speed then were on the fifth and batter just starts going every where!!
From the counter top, to my clothes, then my face and hair.

"Nicooo!!!!" I screeched.

"Where's the damn button?" I said as I tried to find the off button.

"Ah ha." I said as I pressed it and it went off.

I cleaned the batter of my face and looked at Nico that litte boy was still clean.

I literally don't understand how does he make a mess and he still looks is clean?!??!!
Isn't he supposed to be 5?!??

He was in a fit of giggles and was even rolling down the floor.

And poof went my anger.

I mean how can you get angry at him. Like look at him.

I look for a napkin and wipe my hands with it, clean the drops out of my yellow shirt and clean the counter. I take tissue paper and clean the smudge on my left cheek.