One year later...
Abel's POV
"Paris? Baby?"
"Downstairs!"
I walked downstairs and.
"Abel!"
"Hey Max." I said.
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(Max)
Paris' brother was 7 years old now. He was getting so grown up.
No kidding, I can't even carry him any more.
"PJ is cooking pancakes." He said running down the steps.
"Cool."
I walked downstairs and I saw Paris cooking and dougie on the couch.
I walked over to him.
"Hey Douglas...look at my little man."
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(Douglas)
"Hey." Paris snapped at me. She put her finger to her lips. "Shh! Come over here."
I walked over to her.
"Good morning baby."
"What the fuck are you doing? Are you out of your mind."
"What are you talking about P? Come here..."
"No. I'm talking about how I just got him to stop crying."
"I just wanted to say hello to my son."
"He's sleep. If you wake him up, you put him back to bed."
She walked over to the stove and flipped over one of the pancakes.
"You're so sexy when you tell me what to do." I walked up behind her.
