Not your typical baby mama

Amy's brows furrowed when she saw Dylan's response. She could not help but worry. Whatever Dylan was doing, he had to make sure it was a full proof plan otherwise it would backfire. Amy could feel a headache coming on from this.

She placed her phone down on her dressing table and resumed brushing her hair. It had significantly grown longer over the past almost four months. A thought came to her as she run the comb through her blonde strands of hair.

"Foetus name?"

She looked down at her stomach and touched the little baby bump that had started to form.

"I don't know your gender so how about we just stick to cupcake? But what song could I possibly sing for you?"

She resumed brushing her hair as she wracked her brain for ideas. She could not make up a song nor could she fully remember nursery rhymes. She would feel awkward if she did that. She wanted to share something she loved with her baby.

Once done with her hair, she crawled into bed before taking her phone to scroll through her playlist. The artist she listened to most was Sara Barailles. She looked at the songs and her eyes fell on one. She listened to the song and an idea came to her. She took a notepad and started restructuring the lyrics. She looked at what she had and started to sing to see if it worked.

"Let the bough break, let it come down crashing,

Let the sun fade out to a dark sky,

I can't say I'd even notice it was absent

Cause I could live by the light in your eyes"

"My whole heart will be yours forever

This is beautiful start to a lifelong love letter"

"Tell the world that we finally got it all right

I choose you

I will become yours and you will become mine

I choose you

I choose… you"

Amy smiled in satisfaction. She felt she had found the perfect song for her cupcake. Her phone chimed and her heart skipped a beat. It was an email from Zach. It was time for their late night chat.

***

When Amy arrived at the library with Stella, they saw the familiar silhouette of Ian. His bangs had grown a little longer it was hard to see his eyes. Stella hugged her grandson and kissed his cheek.

"Grandma!" He tried to escape her touch.

Stella smiled and patted his head. "Feeling better?"

He nodded in response. Amy caught the sadness in Stella's eyes as the older woman stared at her grandson. Even her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Amy felt sad when she saw this, she looked at Ian who quickly looked away. The atmosphere was awkward between the two as the boy resumed opening the library.

Stella went to her office to tidy up while Ian plugged in his earphones and resumed his cleaning duties. Amy watched him as she tidied up her workstation. She knew she had to talk to him but she suddenly felt nervous unsure of how to start.

The customers soon filed in, finding spots to bury themselves in books. Some found their way to the shelves looking for different books. A new customer walked in, Amy's heart started to pound when she saw the direction she was walking in.

Before she could think, Amy stood up and soon blocked her way. The teenager's brows knitted together.

"How may I help you?" Amy pulled a polite smile as she took in the girl.

Brunette with hazel brown eyes with a round face and a little thick in the right places. It was Mona, Ian's friend who wasn't his girlfriend but seemed to be at the same time. Mona was clearly annoyed by Amy's obtrusion but she decided not to voice it.

"The history section", she replied.

"I swear I could have thought you'd know your way by now", Amy muttered Ashe turned on her heels. She didn't even try to be quiet knowing Mona would hear her.

"Excuse me?" Her voice rose a little displaying her clear offense.

"This way", Amy spoke more clearly as she walked on.

The two walked with one following the other. They reached the history section and Amy gestured with her hand at the books. Mona expected the Amy to leave so she could finally go her way but the woman stood her ground. She showed no signs of leaving.

Mona glared at her and picked a book without exactly looking at it. She could not help but feel Amy's actions were deliberate. She had nothing against the woman so why now? Whatever the reason, she felt irritated by her actions.

Amy gave a pleased smile and her blues sparkled when she did. "I'll help you check out the book. This way."

Mona followed behind. Her eyes darted about looking for Ian and spotted him by his workstation. His expression was emotionless. Mona figured he was also displeased by Amy's actions. But since he's around, maybe she can sneak away with him?

"You know what, I'll read this here. I'll find myself a spot and read", Mona pulled a smile.

Mona felt she had the upper hand. There was no way Amy would refute that. It was the library after all. True to that thought, Amy nodded with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Fine."

Mona smirked and walked on. She just needed to signal Ian so they would sneak away and get on with their business. As she looked for the perfect spot hidden away Amy, she heard a soft voice echo in the quiet room.

"Ian? Could you come help me with something?" Amy called out.

Ian jumped out of his seat in a second and walked over. He had been watching the whole encounter from when Mona walked into the library to present time. Despite his expressionless face, he could not help the giddy feeling inside. What could Amy's actions mean?

He had been away to clear his head because of how shaken he was about her pregnancy news. But now her actions.....

Amy was having a stare off with Mona when Ian walked over. Amy's lips had lifted into a proud smirk while Mona glared. Ian struggled to keep a straight face. Is this how it feels for two beauties to fight over him?

"What seems to be the problem?" He gently asked her.

"I think there's a system malfunction. It keeps lagging", she said with a straight face.

"Did you try to refresh or troubleshooting?" Ian bent over and took hold of the mouse.

"What's that?" Amy's eyes were big and bright as she looked at him.

Ian chuckled. 'Emily is too cute', he thought.

Amy on the other hand felt nervous. She had planted a bug in the computer to temporarily slow down the processing system and was sure that this would keep him a while. It would be long enough for them to have the much needed conversation. Should she or should she not? Why does she have to do this? Amy wished the situation did not exist altogether. But that girl would keep coming, both ways, if she didn't so anything about it.

"Ian, what's going on between you and that girl?" She blurted out quiet enough before she could change her mind.

Ian's hand movements froze.