ANGELICA'S POV (wow look at that)

Me and Theo are currently sat on our sofa, her bouncing Thea on her knee and pulling silly faces at her. The baby is awesome, it feels like she's really ours.

"I've got a protest today, LGBTQ+ rights." I smile at her, to which she only returns it.

"You go tell them who's boss." She says whilst smiling kindly at me.

"Of course I will, honey. I'd offer for you to come with me but I'm not sure what we'd do with Thea..." I trail off, which leads to a short silence.

"We can always ask the Washington's if they could take care of her for a day." She suggests, slight question in her tone.

"Mmh, but she hasn't seen Alexander since the split- you never know how he'll react. He may get all protective again, Theo." I reason, to which her shoulders slump and a look of defeat settles on her face.

"LECKS!" Thea screams, excitement present and a goofy grin spread across her rosy cheeks.

"Eliza will be going, Peggy will be going, Laf and Herc are Incapable of caring for a baby seeing as they can hardly care for themselves... Vanessa and Navi? John?" She continues.

"I can ask John, dunno how capable he'll be though." I say whilst standing and retrieving my phone from the side table.

I scroll through my contacts before landing on Johns.

FeministQueen: Hey Laurens.

FeministKing: What now?

FeministQueen: well that's no way to greet a friend is it, John?

FeministKing: Angie, you never text me unless you need/want something, so get to the point :/

FeministQueen: wow okay. The ocean called, it wants it salt back.

FeministKing: hurry or I'll block you.

FeministQueen: Fine. I'm going to an LGBTQ+ rights protest today and Theo wants to come, but we have no one to look after Thea.

FeministKing: ...

FeministKing: what do I get for doing this?

FeministQueen: my gratitude and respect..?

FeministKing: nope.

FeministQueen: ugh, okay. Chinese food? Our house, this Saturday?

FeministKing: Better.

FeministKing: What time do you want me to come round? I'm kinda busy at the moment.

FeministQueen: 2 ish? And... what're you busy doing?

FeministKing: my wardrobe is full of old clothes so I'm sorting through them, currently throwing out old socks.

FeministQueen: that's gross, see you later. Ew.

I turn off my phone, informing Theo that John will look after he baby. I turn and walk upstairs, opening my wardrobe to see what I have to wear. I settle on a baby pink crop top that has "love is love" written across it. I also take out a pair of black jeans and some doc martins with pink laces.

"Theo! We need to get ready soon!" I shout before grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom for a shower.

"Can I join?" Theo knocks and I giggle.

"I'm sure you can wait 10 minutes." We both laugh.

"What you gonna wear?" She asks, evidently not seeing the clothes laid out on the bed.

"On the bed." I say and I hear her footsteps walk away.

"That's so cute!"

"Thank you! What're you wearing?" I ask in reply, to which she explains the outfit she has put together.

I step out of the shower, towel clutches around my chest and move towards my clothes to start getting ready.

"Showers free!" I call, hearing her footsteps pad upstairs and into the bathroom.
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(TiMe SkIp brought to you by the bitch who decided to make a stupid transphobic comment to my face- fuck you)

A knock sounds from the door and I pull it open to reveal Laurens standing in a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose vest.

"How long am I here for?" He asks.

"Not sure, I'll definitely be back for 6."

"No problem, what should I feed her?"

"There's apple slices in the fridge and her favourite food is currently toast. Not sure why."

"Well it seems me and said child are gonna be best friends."

I bid him goodbye and kiss the top of Thea's head; we slip out the door and head to the protest.

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JOHN'S POV

I stroll into the family room seeing the small toddler rolling around on the small play mat.

"Hey Thea!" I coo.

"Thea!" She repeats, which has been a habit she's picked up.

"Are you hungry? Want some apple?" I ask and she nods vigorously. I pick her up and hold her on my hip.

"How about we watch... what's that show called?" I asked jokingly.

"Numberjacks!" She squealed.

"Oh yes, now I remember. With the blob!" I tickle her softly and her giggle lights up the room. I swing open the fridge door with my foot and pull out the pre-prepared apple slices in the baby container. I also move around the kitchen and start making enough toast for both of us.

"What d'ya want on your toast?" I ask the small bundle of joy bouncing in my arms.

"Butt-her!"

I try to stifle a laugh at her pronunciation, nodding and holding my breath as to not burst into a fit of giggles.

After cooking the toast and settling us both down on he sofa I turn on the show, scrolling through my phone aimlessly whilst she watches, mesmerised, but the talking numbers on the TV.

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So I know not a lot happened in that chapter, I'm much slower than usual at the minute. I'm struggling a little with people deciding to make hurtful and insensitive comments to my face. I'm fed up. I shouldn't be spoke to any different to anyone else- so don't speak to me like I'm stupid. I'm no less than you, yet you speak to me like I'm nothing. Get over yourself.

So yeah.
Thanks.