Her voice is loud as she continued towards the bedroom, her laptop open on the desk, Dylan’s face filling the screen as she kept parading different outfits in front of the camera, trying to look as good as possible. 

Exiting the bedroom once more she spoke quieter, a small smile on her face as she watched her friends eyes widen. “How’s this?” She asked carefully, though part of her already knows the answer. 

Dylan’s reply is cut off as someone knocks on the door, a small scream falling from her lips as she runs back to the bedroom, needing to finish getting prepared fro her evening. “I’ll be out in a minute!”

“Look Aaron, I don’t want you in her life. I don’t want you in our lives. I’m sorry.” Her voice is hard, though there is an air of guiltiness that surrounds her, causing her eyes to meet the floor. Reyna couldn’t imagine what it was like for him, finally knowing information about her child and denied any and all access to them. But after a week of nonstop questions from the male, it was time to put her foot down about it.

Send me a ship, and I’ll reply with:

Who would throw the other in the pool: Aaron

Who is the better carer when the other is sick: Reyna

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them: Reyna

Who would cook the better romantic dinner: Surprisingly, Aaron, Reyna would burn beans on toast

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room: Reyna

Who would have the best holiday ideas: Reyna