Once Upon A Tragedy
A Perch of Clothes
Having all the guys on board with Laila now has been great. I can finally sleep and I have a lot more time with Andy. It’s been a month now since the tour started. Once Upon A Tragedy has gained so many new fans, I can’t believe it.
Andy and I have been taking the relationship slow, which makes sense since we practically started our relationship being parents together. I don’t mind it though; it’s refreshing from what my past boyfriends were like.
We are on a little break from the tour. We decided to just get a hotel and not worry about going home for the week. Andy and I got a room together; the rest of our bands had split up into twos as roommates. Laila was staying with us.
It was difficult moving our stuff into the hotel because of the fans that found out where we were staying. We didn’t want people to know about Laila, so we sat on the bus after we had brought everything else into our room, thinking of how we could hide her.
“I could put her in that duffle you used when I was sick,” I suggested, not being able to think of anything else.
“I guess that’s the best idea, just make sure she is supported enough in it,” he responded with a sigh, since we had been thinking for ten minutes.
I quickly rolled up some towels to line the space and support her and set her in. Zipping it up with a little part unzipped, I lifted the duffel and began walking into the hotel.
I slowly passed all the fans, noticing Andy had stopped to keep them occupied while I finally got into the hotel. I got into our room and set the duffel on the bed. I unzipped it and praised Laila for not crying.
I set out to find Liala’s bottle and formula. I had torn apart almost all the bags and suitcases, taking a break while sitting in a huge pile of clothes. Andy hadn’t come up yet so I thought to call him to check the bus, thinking that we left them.
After finding his contact in my phone, I pressed call. Only to hear his ringtone a few feet away from my perch on the clothes pile.
“Way to go Andy,” I muttered under my breath as I found his phone in the pocket of one of his sweatshirts.
The only good thing about this was that Laila wasn’t crying yet and I think she fell asleep on the king sized bed. I groaned and laid back onto my pile of clothes. I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I heard the door open slowly, not looking because I was too lazy.
“What happened in here?” I heard Andy ask as he walked up to me.
I only shrugged my shoulders in response, keeping my eyes closed. I felt Andy place a kiss on my pouting lips.
“Did Laila attack you? I knew she had it in her.” He said, I could hear the amusement in his voice.
“No! I couldn’t find her bottle or formula.” I whined while opening my eyes, to see him kneeling next to me.
He shook his head with a laugh and got up, I saw him glance at Laila as he walked over to the little kitchenette. I sat up, noticing the one place I didn’t check.
He disappeared behind the couch and came back up, bottle and formula in hand.
“I cannot believe this!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air.
“Now I have to clean all this up,” I said, looking around at the mess I had made.
He only laughed again while he made her bottle. He then walked over to Laila and fed her as I picked up all the clothes.
Falling onto the bed face down when I was done, I looked to Andy and noticed the fond expression on his face as he looked down to his baby girl. It made me so happy seeing how much he loved her and adapted into the role of being her dad. Laila was such a lucky baby, she had so many people that loved and adored her.
Andy noticed me looking at him; he slowly turned his head to see me smiling at him.
“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked trying to shake it off.
“No, I just realized how lucky Laila is to have a dad like you.” I told him the truth, laughing a little.
“She is just as lucky to have you for her mom.” He said motioning for me to get closer.
Once I was close enough he leaned over and kissed the side of my head. Sighing in content, I leaned my head on his shoulder.
That night we slept with Laila in between us, still facing each other. Andy had his hand on my waist and I had my hand lightly on Laila’s stomach.
Andy and I have been taking the relationship slow, which makes sense since we practically started our relationship being parents together. I don’t mind it though; it’s refreshing from what my past boyfriends were like.
We are on a little break from the tour. We decided to just get a hotel and not worry about going home for the week. Andy and I got a room together; the rest of our bands had split up into twos as roommates. Laila was staying with us.
It was difficult moving our stuff into the hotel because of the fans that found out where we were staying. We didn’t want people to know about Laila, so we sat on the bus after we had brought everything else into our room, thinking of how we could hide her.
“I could put her in that duffle you used when I was sick,” I suggested, not being able to think of anything else.
“I guess that’s the best idea, just make sure she is supported enough in it,” he responded with a sigh, since we had been thinking for ten minutes.
I quickly rolled up some towels to line the space and support her and set her in. Zipping it up with a little part unzipped, I lifted the duffel and began walking into the hotel.
I slowly passed all the fans, noticing Andy had stopped to keep them occupied while I finally got into the hotel. I got into our room and set the duffel on the bed. I unzipped it and praised Laila for not crying.
I set out to find Liala’s bottle and formula. I had torn apart almost all the bags and suitcases, taking a break while sitting in a huge pile of clothes. Andy hadn’t come up yet so I thought to call him to check the bus, thinking that we left them.
After finding his contact in my phone, I pressed call. Only to hear his ringtone a few feet away from my perch on the clothes pile.
“Way to go Andy,” I muttered under my breath as I found his phone in the pocket of one of his sweatshirts.
The only good thing about this was that Laila wasn’t crying yet and I think she fell asleep on the king sized bed. I groaned and laid back onto my pile of clothes. I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I heard the door open slowly, not looking because I was too lazy.
“What happened in here?” I heard Andy ask as he walked up to me.
I only shrugged my shoulders in response, keeping my eyes closed. I felt Andy place a kiss on my pouting lips.
“Did Laila attack you? I knew she had it in her.” He said, I could hear the amusement in his voice.
“No! I couldn’t find her bottle or formula.” I whined while opening my eyes, to see him kneeling next to me.
He shook his head with a laugh and got up, I saw him glance at Laila as he walked over to the little kitchenette. I sat up, noticing the one place I didn’t check.
He disappeared behind the couch and came back up, bottle and formula in hand.
“I cannot believe this!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air.
“Now I have to clean all this up,” I said, looking around at the mess I had made.
He only laughed again while he made her bottle. He then walked over to Laila and fed her as I picked up all the clothes.
Falling onto the bed face down when I was done, I looked to Andy and noticed the fond expression on his face as he looked down to his baby girl. It made me so happy seeing how much he loved her and adapted into the role of being her dad. Laila was such a lucky baby, she had so many people that loved and adored her.
Andy noticed me looking at him; he slowly turned his head to see me smiling at him.
“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked trying to shake it off.
“No, I just realized how lucky Laila is to have a dad like you.” I told him the truth, laughing a little.
“She is just as lucky to have you for her mom.” He said motioning for me to get closer.
Once I was close enough he leaned over and kissed the side of my head. Sighing in content, I leaned my head on his shoulder.
That night we slept with Laila in between us, still facing each other. Andy had his hand on my waist and I had my hand lightly on Laila’s stomach.
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10/17/14