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sixteen

"Wow," I raised my eyebrows at the house we pulled up to. It was pretty small compared to the other two Dobrik mansions, and the outside had much more of a cottage feel. It was extremely cute, with the flowers growing abundantly around the front porch. It felt like a real family home, not as cold as the lake house and not as large and in charge as the main one. "This is so pretty."

"Emily really wanted to live in a small white house with flowers," he told me, turning off the car and immediately climbing out. I had never seen David so excited to be near his brother. "I'm so excited."

"You love the baby, huh?"

"I have baby fever," he told me, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes with a laugh, following him from the car to the front door of the house. He didn't bother knocking and instead just pushed the red door in, looking around and seeing no one. Walking further into the house, it really had a rustic, country feel. That's not to say every detail wasn't meticulously placed, because it was, but it still looked so natural and open. "Em?"

"Oh, thank God!" I heard her cheer from somewhere in the house, a door swung open and out she came, baby in hand. Only a fourth of her curly red hair was straightened, and her makeup was done, but looking a little rough. "He just wants to be held, and neither of us can hold him. Oh my god, Mona's here! Mona, my beloved!"

"Hi!" I grinned, taking the baby she was jutting out at me and carefully placing him in my arms. "Oh my gosh, wow! He's so cute! And so tiny!"

"I know!" Emily squealed, quickly giving me a side hug so as to not squish Owen. "Make yourself comfortable. I've gotta finish getting ready before your idiot brother has an aneurysm."

"Hey!" I heard him yell from another room, but Emily rushed off without responding, leaving David and I alone with the baby.

"We can take his socks off later and look at his toes," David informed me, leading me through the house and to a quaint little living room area. I smiled at the fact that he pointed that out, as if I'd been anxiously waiting to see his toes the whole car ride up here.

"I can't believe you're an uncle," I laughed at the idea, petting over the sleeping baby's chubby little cheeks. "Like, this is wild."

"I can't believe they named him after me," he replied, taking the seat next to me. It was true. Owen's middle name was David, after his favorite (and only) uncle. "He's a little David Dobrik."

"Hopefully not," I joked, lightly pinching his cheeks. "Emily better make sure he's not a rich snob like you."

"I'm not a rich snob! This shirt is from Target," he told me, like it made any sort of difference.

"You own a multimillion dollar car, David. It's not your fault you have bad fashion taste," I turned my nose up at his outfit, his usual black shirt and black jeans combo. "Little Owen will have perfect outfits. I will make sure of it."

"I know you will," David smiled at me, a genuine smile, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like we were back to normal.

It took Emily and Sam twenty minutes to go over every minute detail of Owen's life, including how to change a diaper (though we both knew how beforehand), how to feed him, where the landline was in case both of our phones died and we needed to call 911, how to burp him, how to put him to sleep, and pretty much any thing else you could possibly think of. They finally left at around 5 o'clock, giving us free reign of both their house and their baby.

"We should order porn on their TV and cause some drama," I told David as soon as the door closed. He laughed at my suggestion, shaking his head at how my brain worked.

"I think there's enough tension in this house already," he replied, going to the fridge to grab a water bottle. "Do you want water, Mona?"

"Yes, please!" I replied, relishing in the little baby noises coming out of Owen's little mouth. Little, tiny babies were my absolute weakness. David could reveal he was cheating on me again right now, and I don't even think I'd care that much. "I am in love."

"Me too," he smiled at me, setting the water bottle down on the coffee table in front of me. His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it, rolled his eyes, and tossed it to the other end of the couch.

"What?"

"Your friend is fucking crazy."

"Who?"

"Liza."

"She's not my friend," I laughed, then asked out of curiosity. "What'd she do?"

"She won't leave me alone," he groaned, leaning back into the couch. "Like, Jesus."

"Have you told her to leave you alone?" I questioned, kind of scared what the answer would be. David groaned again, leaning over to retrieve his phone. He clicked a few times, then turned his phone toward me. His last text was from two weeks ago. It said We are not together please stop texting me. Since then, Liza had sent six different variations of "can we talk?" texts, none of which David had answered. Good boy. Smart boy.

"I have an idea, though," he stood, moving to be in front of me. He played with my hair a little to make it more presentable, then held up his phone to take a picture. "Smile!"

I did as told and he took the picture, staring at it for a few seconds. I frowned and said, "Does it look ugly? This is not my best angle."

"No, you look really pretty," he smiled to himself, clicking a few buttons, typing something out, and then sighing in relief. "There. That should fix it."

"What'd you do?" I carefully moved my hand to reach for his phone, which he gladly handed over. It was an Instagram post, the picture of me and Owen with the caption Everyone deserves to see mona with a baby!!!! Its the cutest thing ever!!!! My two favorite people on earth!!!!!

I tried to hold back my smile at his enthusiastic caption, passing his phone back to him. "You are a very sweet boy."

"Do you think it will work?" he was referring to his plan to push Liza away, and I laughed.

"Have you met her? Of course it won't," I giggled at the thought. "Still cute, though."

I am bored

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