Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Nineteen

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"I thought I was bad in the kitchen." Harry said with a smirk, snatching a rag from the cupboard handle. He kisses Milly on the cheek. At the same time, I feel an arm around my waist.

"It was Milly's fault." I murmur. He leans down and kisses me behind my ear.

"Yeah you're not that big of a klutz in the kitchen." He says.

Milly and Harry burst into laughter, Harry buries his face in Milly's hair to muffle his laugh. Milly looks up, snatching the phone from the kitchen island. "Let's.... Just.... Order pizza..." She can't even catch her breath.

"We always have pizza." Louis complains, putting his chin on my shoulder. "Can't we get something else? Nando's perhaps?"

Harry nods without containing his laughter. "Gimme your car keys." He finally catches his breath.

Louis chuckles and pulls his car keys out of his pockets. He throws it in Harry's palms. "Come with me." He tugs Milly out of the kitchen and out the front door.

"Good call. I think I'll throw up from too much pizza nowadays." I say, filling the pot of burnt burnt sauce with warm water.

"You just had to say it. I think we had enough pizza for the next five years." He says.

I nod, pouring the dark coloured water now. My nose wrinkled at the smell of the burnt sauce as it goes down the drain. "I'm never letting Milly cook here again." I say.

"Because you're the best chef in the house, you get to say that?" He says sarcastically.

"You don't even bother cooking." I say a matter of factly, putting my hands on my waist.

"Tell me if you want food poisoning, I'd be happy to give it." He says, laughing as he walks out to the living room. I follow behind him, shutting the door behind me.

He plops down on the larger sofa and pulls me down to sit beside him. "How's your scan, Em?" He asks her.

Em looks up from her phone, her eyes big and round. They're so full of innocence that it's hard to believe she'll be a mother in less than a year. "It was fine. I expected worse but it wasn't that bad." She says, shrugging.

I frown at her. "Worse?" I ask her.

"I meant I thought it would hurt or something..." She says, biting her lip nervously.

"You still are a child." I mutter but somehow she heard it and it ruined her mood.

"Okay, you have got to stop saying that." She tells me sternly, "Just because you're older, it doesn't give you the right to call me that."

I raise my eyebrows at her and nod. It might have mocked her but she's acting like a total brat right now and I'm not tolerating it, "How ironic because that's how you're acting right now."

"If you people don't want me to behave like a child then stop treating me like one! I'm sick of it, Meg!" She yells.

Blaine, who had his own little world on the carpet, noticed the situation and looked up to the two of us. Louis just sat between us like nothing is happening. Instead, I think he's distracting Blaine.

"You still haven't grown up, Emily! You're still the same silly little girl you were; so naive and blind!"

"Just because you have a fancy job and a little kid to take care of doesn't mean you have grown up-"

"That's exactly my point." I cut her off and she didn't bother saying something else. "Just because you're gonna have someone you're responsible for doesn't make you a grown up. I learned that the hard way and I was 23. You're 15, how would you deal with it?"