Placing the soup bowl on the coffee table, I look towards Angela to smile with gratitude. It's been a long time since someone else cooked for me, or decided to take an interest in doing the washing. Blake will do just about anything else to get out of it. Considering he makes more mess, he should really be the one to do it.

"Are you feeling better?" she asks.

"Much better, thank you." I grin.

I peer into London's portable cot to see how she's doing. London lays stretched out with the wet flannelette still laying across her forehead. It's been a while since I first came to Angela for help. During the time I've spent sleeping, London's fever has considerably reduced and she's doing well, thankfully.

As I look up from her cot, I see the back door open and Blake walk inside with a nervous grin on his face.

"I've found you both!" He green eyes light up with relief.

"Sorry, I've been resting," I reply.

I get off the couch and walk around to meet Blake. I wrap my arms around his body and press my lips against his. I snuggle closer to Blake, enjoying the comfort his body brings.

"What's wrong with London?" He moves my body aside so that he can catch a closer glance at her.

"She's had a small fever, nothing to worry about," explains Angela before I get the chance.

Blake's head turns towards me, his green eyes turning to stone. I suck in my lower lip and chew as I think of a self-defence case. Before I need to beg for mercy, Angela jumps right in to explain the situation.

"Calm down, Blake," grumbles Angela. "I didn't want to tell you because you over react about everything."

"I should be notified if my daughter is sick." The, my, stings more than it should. I'd never feel like London is mine, not when I'm continuously put on the outside, second guessed about everything. I'm not sure what I really want, I'm not too sure of anything anymore. I want to believe one thing... but my mind goes another way.

Is it really a smart move to be involved with someone who has previous attachments? Before I thought Tori was the problem that we could never be together because of her. But now that Tori is irrelevant to the situation, and actually kind of helpful, I worry the problem has always started with my feelings for Blake.

Soon enough, I'd be damaged goods. I'd either wrecked myself or forced it out of Blake. I'm not an easy person to like or to manage. I'm constantly over thinking the situation and I have too many emotions that drive my impulses. I'm amazed I've captured Blake's attention for this long.

Blake grabs London from the cot and removes the cloth from her forehead. She's sleepy, but otherwise fine. Without saying anything, Blake walks out of the house and returns to his. I look towards Angela for comfort, to which I'm met with a weak smile.

"They get this attitude from their father, I swear." All the while, I think they might just get it from her. Strong willed isn't always such a bad quality to have but it's not always the best.

"Thank you for today." I smile before following back to the house.

I meet Blake upstairs. He's placed London in her cot and is heading towards the bathroom. Before he lets the room swallow his presence, he looks over his shoulder and meets his cold gaze with mine.

"Don't withhold information from me again."

"I'm sorry," I apologise.

"Communication is the key factor to help out relationship," he adds.

My heart pounds in my chest, turning my cheeks warm. I know what makes a relationship work, just as what doesn't. I feel like I'm the only one trying by putting myself out of whack to make sure Blake's life runs smoother than it should.

"Do you know what also helps?" I call out. "Helping around the house instead of leaving me to deal with it all."

"See," he grumbles. "That's why we need to work on our communication."

"I'll promise to tell you next time." I cross my arms over my chest in defence.

Blake's stance soften, just as his burning green eyes does, "I promise to listen."

"I'm going to start dinner."

"Okay." He nods his head.

Blake returns to the bathroom and I head downstairs to the kitchen. I wash my hands and then proceed to pull out the ingredients for a chicken stir fry. I chop and cook the food before adding it into bowls and placing them on the table. Just as I take a seat, Blake walks down the stairs and smiles at me.

"Thank you for dinner."

"No worries." In a warm silence, we eat our food and take pleasure in each other's company. When we've eaten, I expect to clean the dishes, but Blake puts them away and throws me over his shoulder.

We head upstairs and he throws me onto the bed, a while glint in his eyes.

"We can do those tomorrow, I have something else in mind." His lips meet mine in a rough passionate kiss which sends my heart racing with excitement.

I wake up in the middle of the night to find Blake and London missing. I hurry downstairs and find the two of them downstairs in front of the picture wall. As I reach the bottom of the steps, I notice Blake slightly jump with fright.

"Sorry," I murmur.

"You're okay."

"Is London alright?" I ask.

"The fever is warming her head again," he replies.

"Have you put the cloth back on her head?" I ask.

"Yes, but it's not working." He frowns.

"Let me try." I take the flannelette and run it under the tap. We head upstairs and Blake lays her down in the cot. I place it across her forehead and wait. Blake wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around much," he says.

"I know it's not your fault," I admit.

"I just want to create a life for us outside of this house."

"I know that it sucks now, but I'm in this with you no matter what, Blake." I promised I'd never leave, and here is me keeping that promise. I understand that life isn't always easy, that things don't work out the way we hope, but I'm sure I can make it there if I keep trying, well, wherever there is... Blake gives me that sense of a there even though it's unforeseen.

Happy Mother's Day to the mothers out there (even for the furry pets & plants <3)

This is my boo, Jasper ❤️

Twenty-One Pilots were amazing, omg! We were seated on the balcony and Tyler came up and performed the ending of Car Radio right in front of us. I'm still excited, so I'm sharing this moment with you. 😍😍😍😍

Have you ever made a promise and struggled to keep it?