Wrong room

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Chapter four: Wrong room (Nick's POV)

"Where'd she go?" Liam came back around. 

"She left," I shrugged, seating Elijah on the edge of the pool. 

"Did you say something?" he questioned. 

"No, Liam, I did not say something to her," I rolled my eyes. 

"She hates you," he sighed. 

"Why?" Elijah kicked around the water while pouting. 

"She loves me," I told Elijah while making sure his arm floats were on properly. 

"She did," Liam mumbled before getting out. 

"Bye Liam," Elijah waved. 

"Just you and me, Eli," I sighed. 

"I lub you," he grinned. 

I laughed while picking him up. He likes to float, so that's what he does, I just keep my hand under him. "You wanna go to my room, Elijah? We can meet your dad later?" I asked. 

He nodded and I pulled him up before getting out with him. "Come on," I picked him up and made him stand on a lounging chair while I dry myself off before drying him off. "Turn around for me." I dried his back and neck before tossing the towel and seating him down, slipping his sandals on before he stood up. I grabbed his hand and took him to the elevator, taking him up to my room. 

"Where is your room?" he asked, stumbling over his words a little. 

"That one," I pointed. 

He let go of my hand and ran straight to it, knocking on the door aimlessly. I laughed while walking over only to realize that wasn't my room. 

Shit. 

She opened the door in her bikini so I took it she hadn't hit the shower yet. "Yeah?" she sighed in exasperation. She so wanted to kill me. 

"Wrong room, sorry," I mumbled while my eyes took her in. 

She noticed and closed the door a little, hiding behind it. "Okay," she said. She began closing the door but Elijah ran inside. 

"I wike your room, Nicky!" he screamed while running to the bed, struggling to climb on. 

She sighed and picked him up, helping him get on it. "This isn't Nick's room," she sat on the edge of the bed. "It's mine," she looked at him. 

"I wike it!" he continued jumping on the bed. He still gets his l's and w's mixed up as well. 

"Elijah, come on, let's go," I called him over. 

"No," he laughed while jumping, trying to touch the ceiling. 

"Elijah," I huffed. 

"Nope," he laughed. 

"Eli, let's go," I said warningly, knowing well that I could never yell at this kid. 

"No," he giggled. 

I went and stood in front of the bed. "Come on, you can jump on my bed, let's go," I held my arms out but this kid just doesn't listen. "I'll catch you," I arched an eyebrow at him. 

"No," he shook his head and kept jumping, running from one side of the bed to the other. 

"Come on," I mumbled under my breath. "Elijah okay enough, come on," I moved to my left while he jumped in a new spot. I was standing directly in front of her while she was watching Elijah with a smile. 

"Elijah," I leaned forward to get a hold of him but he moved and I tripped over her flip flops and fell. On her. 

She huffed while I propped myself up on my elbows. Elijah was laughing like a maniac while he hopped off the bed and ran around the room, eating the chocolate that the room offered on the coffee table. 

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