"I don't want pancakes! I want brownies!"

" You can't eat brownies for breakfast Everly!" Blake freaks out as he throws his spatula onto the counter and folds his arms across his chest.

He's giving me a disappointed look that I don't appreciate at all.

" What are you. My mom? Honey I don't see the resemblance!"

It looks as if a vein is going to pop in Blake's neck as he tries and controls his rage. Sheesh, do I really piss people off this easily?

" Will you shut up and eat the fucking pancakes I made!"

Here he goes again with the pancakes. The thought of eating pancakes right now makes me nauseous. But brownies, those will only do me good right now.

" How many times do I have to tell you I don't want the pancakes Blake I want a fucking brownie! "

Maybe I'm at the point where I just want to see how much I can piss him off before he completely loses it.

What?

It's kind of entertaining.

" We don't have brownies! " he raises his voice.

" Then make some like I asked you from the start! " I snap.

" Stop being an ungrateful bitch and eat the food I made you." he says a little more calmer this time.

"No."

Blake glares at me and then throws his tea towel onto the floor. Dramatic much?

" How old are you? " he calmly asks.

" 17 you asswipe. " I huff out my reply.

Well almost 18.

" Then stop throwing a tantrum and eat the fucking food I made you! "

I roll my eyes and walk out of the kitchen.

Yes. I did throw a tantrum over what to eat and yes, I'm in the middle of a huge mood swing. I can see Blake is getting frustrated with my moodiness but I can't help that I crave brownies at 7 in the morning.

" Everly come back you need to eat!" I hear Blake yell after me.

I don't answer him and start climbing the stairs.

" Everly!" he yells after me as he follows me up the stairs.

" I'm not hungry anymore! I'll get my own fucking brownies at the mall!" I yell and slam my door shut.

I still got that teenage spirt inside of me hey.

I hear Blake curse once again and then I hear him slam his own door closed.

I just wanted brownies. Is that so much to ask?

I walk over to my bed side table and pick up my phone that was busy charging. I open Stella's contact and press the call button.

" Why are you calling me this early?" I hear a hungover voice greet me.

" Goodmorning to you too." I reply sarcastically.

"What do you want? " Stella whines.

I have to calm myself down before I make a comment on her rude behavior. I've been up since 5 this morning because Chicka wanted brownies. You can't blame everything on your unborn child Everly, my conscience scolds. I woke Blake up afterwards because I don't know the first thing about cooking or baking for that matter. After convincing him to get out of bed he started making pancakes, claiming that eating brownies this early isn't healthy at all. Since then we have been arguing.

" How late should I meet you at the mall?" I ask Stella.

" Urg, like at 10-11. I don't know. It's way too early to focus now." Stella groans.

" It's five minutes past seven Stella. You get up this time for school." I roll my eyes.

Stella only replies with another groan and then ends the call. I yet again roll my eyes. I have to get into a better mood before meeting with the possible parents for Chicka later on.

Usually when I was in a bad mood I would just go and jog it out. I can't really do that with a 7 month pregnant belly attached to me, now can I?

Feeling a little bad, just a little bit, I walk over to Blake's room. I knock softly.

" Yes?" I hear a muffled voice.

I take it as a signal to open the door. I'm shocked by the half naked guy pulling his pants up. For some reason Blake looks even more attractive. His hair is damp from the shower. I can't help but let my eyes travel over his impressive muscular body. Realizing that I bassicly walked in on him half naked, I quickly jump back.

" Gosh sorry. I'll wait outside." I try and apologize while trying to look away.

I hear him chuckle.

" It's okay Everly." I look back at him. At least he doesn't look that pissed off. He's wearing his signature smirk.

"Like the view?"

For some reason my eyes shift over to the other side of the room. Probably out of habit in awkward situations.

" Don't be shy." he laughs.

" So I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I freaked out on you. I just wanted a brownie. " I shrug. Yes, this is my stupid attempt of an apology.

Blake walks over to me. He wraps me into a tight hug and kisses me on the forehead. I can't help but tense up because of his naked chest that is being pressed up against mine. Damn, I now see where the hours spent in the gym went to.

"It's okay." he answers.

The simple gesture makes my heart melt. Not in a romantic way. At all. But he makes me feel safe.

" So can I have a brownie now?" I joke. Blake rolls his eyes and walks over to grab a plain black t-shirt.

" Coffee would be great. " Blake hints.

" Well would you look at the time. I'm going to be late for the mall." I nervously laugh and make my way out of the room.

I'm not going to put myself through that trauma to come back up the stairs.

I hear a 'fuck you' as I enter my room and close the door. It's quite chilly this morning. After taking a long and relaxing shower I quickly throw on a jumper and leggings. Not wanting to struggle with tying my shoes I quicky slip on the comfiest boots that I own. My feet are too swollen for anything else.

I add a light layer of makeup and pin my hair up into a messy bun. Grabbing my purse I throw my phone inside and start heading down the stairs.

I feel my stomach curse at me for not filling it. Chicka starts to kick just as I pass the kitchen. I come to a halt and walk into the kitchen.

Pancakes doesn't seem that bad I guess. I greet Silvia, Blake's maid, who is busy washing the dirty dishes Blake had made from the pancakes. I sit down and start digging into a pile of pancakes. Silvia blesses me with a hot cup of coffee. Blake then enters the kitchen and his face falls when he sees me all happily eating a pile of pancakes.

" Are you serious."

I shrug and continue with my breakfast. Gosh this is so good. Why didn't I eat it earlier?

" Enjoying yourself?" Blake asks as he comes to take a seat next to me with a cup of coffee as well. He reaches over to steal a blue berry from my plate and I swat his hand away.

" Don't touch my food."

Blake laughs. He has the decency to grab the said blue berry and pop it into his mouth. What kind of being is he?

I don't bother to argue with him and continue on enjoying my meal.

" What are your plans for today?" Blake asks whilst being busy on his phone.

" I'm meeting up with a couple that are interested in the adoption. Don't know how long that is going to take but I'm hoping for the best." I say with a mouth full of food.

" So lady-like of you. " Blake says with a flat look.

I flip him off and stand up. I put my dirty dishes in the sink. I grab my purse and give Blake a quick kiss on the cheek.

" Wish me luck." I breath out before exiting the kitchen.

I walk out of the house and wait for my Uber to come pick me up. After a few long minutes it shows up and we head over to the mall.

It's already 10:30 by the time I come to the coffee shop where Stella said to meet.

After about 20 minutes I see Stella walking towards me. I nearly choke when I see the couple behind her come into my view.

Oh no.

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