Layla Lopez-Smythe

Ant: Did you eat? And will you be home for curfew?

Layla: Yes...which is why I said that.

Ant: Layla… I might not act like it very much, and I may be acting like a shitty brother, but I do love you. Nothing could ever change that.

Layla: I know. I have to go, daddy asks which I doubt he will, I'll be home for curfew. And I already ate.

Ant: yeah.. Yeah, I see your point.

Layla: Your babies are beautiful, I'm off to the library now but I left presents and stuff with Vannah.

Ant: Layla… I would argue with Britin if he was bring a douche, our a bad boyfriend, but as far as i know he hasn’t been. Do you even want to let me try and fix this?

Layla: That's not my point. When have you been there for me in well...the last few months? When? When have you taken an interest in my life? Because I take an interest in yours, I defend you when you argue with Paige, all you do is try to suck up to both mami and Paige and take it for granted that we'll both be close with minimal effort. Not right now I don't know, because you have babies and Vannah to take care of, like I said, forget about it for now.

All the tired feelings.

Or they could both be like mommy and get into none of the trouble— minus the teenage pregnancy because no. Well I did push two babies out… it wasn’t exactly painless. Uh huh, call him— I wanna go home.

Oh...your...you know hurts...that's awkward. Oh cool you're going home? The nurse is glaring at me...[She kisses Ryan on the head before putting her down] She's calling the doctor, I better go, I need to get to the library and not get killed by scary nurse...but I'll see you at home later? And if you need a babysitter or anything...I'm all yours.

All the tired feelings.

Ew… weird and painful. [She smiled as Layla held Ryan, wincing as she shifted and motioned for the nurse to bring her Riley] Ryan’s already grounded, according to Ant. I thinks he’s gonna be the troublemaker

Good...you hear that Ryan? One of you has to be the troublemaker and carry on my legacy...I'm counting on you. Why are you wincing? You shouldn't be wincing...you shouldn't hurt...you didn't have a C section...shall I call the doctor? I should, I should call the doctor.

Text || Layla

P: I'm talented

L: I'm sure, anyway I'm going to the library now, I'll probably see you at curfew.

Text || Layla

P: I am sleeping

L: You can text in your sleep? Wow, that's skill.

Text || Layla

P: definitely obsessing. If you're not, come home.

L: If I was obsessing, I'd be acting crazy, that's my style. I'm just working hard, now sleep.

All the tired feelings.

[She made a face, remembering that she was going to have to breastfeed] Oh…. not looking forward to that part. [She nodded] Uh huh, you can hold her. Just be careful… WAIT— sanitize your hands first. Just in case. And put on gloves. and maybe a mask.

Yeah...little humans sucking on your breasts...sounds kinda weird. [She rolls her eyes before sanitizing her hands and picking up Ryan, sitting down and cooing at her] Mommy is being neurotic, Aunt Layla's not wearing gloves and a mask...look at you and your crazy hair, you're just like your daddy.

Text || Layla

P: you're obsessing again. I'm not feeding It. I'll just be here, alone

L: Not obsessing, just passionate. Not obsessing even a little bit.

All the tired feelings.

Uh huh, all the sleeping… rude, you’re my sister you can visit as much as you want. She needs to go away. Aren’t they cute? So cute… but poor Ryan. Poor, poor, Ryan.

You have to bond with your babies or some shit, I dunno, pretty sure you have to learn to breastfeed before they let you go home and well...don't really wanna be here for that. She's cute with her crazy hair...can I hold her?

All the tired feelings.

All of them