All Grown Up (Sequel to My Life with Adam Lambert)

Honeymoon

Sara's POV:

I'm woken up in the middle of the night to my alarm to check Paisley's blood sugar. I get up and quietly walk into her room. I turn on a small light and grab the stuff I need to check it. I put the little tab into the monitor and go over to Paisley.

"Paisley, baby. Wake up, sweetie. Time to check your blood sugar." I say as she wakes up.

I prick her finger and squeeze some blood out.

"Ow, Mommy." She mumbles.

"I'm sorry, baby." I say and put a bandaid on her finger as I test the blood.

It beeps and I look at it.

"Okay, you're fine. Go back to sleep, baby. I love you, Paisley." I say as I kiss her forehead.

I get up and leave the room, leaving the night light on and the door cracked.

I go back down the hall, only to be stopped by hearing crying come from Ireland's room. I sigh and walk in there.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" I ask her as I pick her up out of the crib.

I put her on my shoulder and check her diaper.

"Yeah, you're wet. I'll change you, baby girl." I say and lay her on the changing table.

I take off the dirty diaper and wipe her. I slide a new diaper under her and put the sides up.

I sit in the rocking chair and breastfeed her. I rock back and forth and stroke her hair as she nurses.

As soon as she's done, I put her back in the crib. She falls asleep instantly and I crack the door.

I walk back down the hall and go into my room. I shut the door quietly and look at the time. I sigh as it says 3:46 am. I lay in the bed and cuddle up to my husband.

I feel him wake up a little and wrap his arm around me.

"Where were you?" He mumbles.

"Checking Paisley's blood sugar, and changing then feeding Ireland. I'm so fucking exhausted, Freddie. I barely get sleep lately because I have to get up so many times a night to check Paisley's blood sugar." I say, sighing heavily.

"Well, maybe you need a break. You know, we haven't been on a honeymoon since we got married. How do you feel about going on one for a week or two?" He asks.

"I'd love that, but what about Paisley and Ireland?" I ask.

"Your parents and my parents can all help. I'm sure she's got more than enough people to take care of her." He says.

"I guess you're right, babe." I say.

"Then it's decided. I'll ask your dad if we can use his private jet to take us to Hawaii. How about that?" He asks.

"That's perfect, honey." I say and kiss his chin.

6 hours later...

I wake up and rub my eyes.

I look around and see Freddie packing two suitcases.

"I called your dad an hour ago, babe. He said it was fine for us to use his private jet." He says.

"When do we leave?" I ask.

"Whenever you're ready." He says.

"We gotta reassure the kids that we'll be back in 2 weeks." I say.

"I already did." He says.

"Oh. Okay." I say and get out of the bed.

I walk into the bathroom and sit down on the toilet to pee.