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(Layla's POV)
2 Month Later...
I woke up to my phone ringing. Toretto groaned and rolled over. I sat up and answered the phone.
Layla- Hello?
Joey- Hey, Layla. Sorry I called so early.
Layla- No, it's fine.
Tony- Not fine!
Layla- Do you need somethin?
Joey- I just wanted to know if you would watch Annie today. Maria and I need a little bit of a break from her.
Layla- Is she makin you go crazy?
Joey- YES! She won't stop asking why! And she can't just stick to one thing! She goes, " I wanna do that Dada." Then 2 seconds later, is already opening another thing!
Layla- Jeez!
Joey- Reminds me of you.
Layla- Thanks. I'm honored.
Joey- So can you watch her?
Layla- Yea. That's fine. What time do you wanna bring her over?
Joey- Any time is fine!
Layla- Toretto?
Tony- Huh?
Layla- What time do you want Joey to bring Annie over?
Tony- At least an hour.
Layla- An hour.
Joey- Okay. Thanks! See you then.
Layla- Love ya. Bye.
I hung up the phone and Toretto rolled back over, facing me.
Layla- What do you need a whole hour for?
Tony- I want to cuddle with my Fiancé.
Layla- Aww.
I laid back down and Toretto held me in his arms.
Layla- Sounds like Annie has been in trouble lately.
Tony- Fun.
Layla- Yea. I hope she's not that bad for us.
1 Hour Later...
I opened the door and in ran Annie. She ran right to Toretto. He picked her up and pulled her into a big hug.
Layla- Where's mine?
He put Annie down and she ran over to me next. I sat on the floor and she sat on my lap for a quick hug.
Layla- Annie. I heard your birthday is coming up soon!
Tony- How old are you gonna be?
Annie put up 1 finger.
Layla- One!
Tony- No way!
Layla- I'm not ready!
Tony- How high can you count?
Annie held up 1 finger again.
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