Texas Girl (Pt 60)

oh mah gawd it's the sixtieth part. I never thought it would be this long!!! Ah well. I love it. You love it. We can love it together <3

Justin's POV
I watched in silence as India picked up her Minnie Mouse toy and began to parade it around the living room, showing anybody that would bother to pay attention.
She went to her grandmother, who was much too busy helping my Mother cook the turkey to even glance at the four-year old. She sighed impatiently, her face dropping as she wandered out of the kitchen area, crocs slapping moodily against the tile floor.
I continued to watch in fathom as she pestered Drew and Anna, sitting casually on the two-seater sofa opposite me, just catching up in general.
Drew gave her a soft smile and said a few unheard words, before turning back to her Mother.
I sat forward in the chair as the toddler's face fell, her Minnie Mouse toy dropping to the floor in utter disappointment. She plopped down beside it, legs spread out in front of her as she sulkily stared at the ground.
I decided to step in.
"Indie, over here" I whispered softly, catching the toddler's attention on my final word. She glanced up at me, eyes shimmering on the brink of tears.
I made a gentle calling gesture, keeping it discreet as she clambered up off the floor and plodded over to me, Minnie Mouse in tow.
"What's wrong baby girl?" I asked, leaning forward to whisper underneath the noise of sizzling turkey and gossiping women.
"Nobody will play with me and Minnie" she whined softly, her tiny fingers fumbling with the soft fabric of Minnie's red dress.
"Aw, why not? You're both gorgeous little girls" I smiled gently, tickling underneath her chin. She let out a soft giggle, shying away as she tucked Minnie under her arm.
"Why don't you, me and Jazzy go play with Minnie whilst your Nana and Drew have a chat?".
"Is Mummy okay?".
"Yeah... Why?".
Now I'm worried.
"It's just, I think she was being sick this morning. But she's better now, isn't she?".
I fell silent.
That must be the third morning Drew has been sick.
I glanced over at her, trying to read the signs.
She wore a baggy t-shirt and loose denim shorts, as well as worn slip on flats. It's the loose t-shirt that's making me suspicious.
Is she... Is she pregnant? No. She can't be. She'd tell me... Wouldn't she? I'd like to think she would. It's probably just her Schizo tablets that's making her ill. Still, there's no reason I shouldn't have a quick chat with her, just so she can put my suspicions to rest.
"Um, why don't you go find Jazzy and start playing, I'll be there soon, okay Indie?" I put on the best smile I could, and she was satisfied, skipping off down the hallway.
I rose from my seat, casually walking over to Drew and interrupting her conversation with her Mother. I gave her a look that read 'We need to talk', but it wasn't too harsh.
Her face dropped, washing over with complete panic and guilt.
"Um, m-me and my Mom were just saying how pretty Canada is" she stuttered, gesturing at Anna sitting casually beside her.
"It is beautiful isn't it Mrs. Texas?" I grinned with a fake smile, and that's where I would usually throw in a cheesy line like:
"Almost as beautiful as you, Drew". I wasn't in the mood.
"Drew, can I speak with you for a moment?" I kept my tone fairly sweet and loving as I took her hand in mine. She knew there was no choice. She had to come with me. The look in my eye told her I was pretty forceful right now.
"I'll be right back" she whispered feebly to her Mother, before sliding off the sofa.
I practically dragged her out of the living room and upstairs, into the bedroom. I sat her down on the bed, and the look she gave me told me she was guilty.
I took a deep breath as I stood in front of her, my body shaking with a mixture of emotions.
"Start talking. Now".
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