* Bruno's POV *

Phil stared at me. "Well, firstly you're holding the baby wrong." I look at how I'm holding her, I don't know what I'm doing wrong.

I shrug and Phil laughs. He grabs the baby softly and shows me how to carry her. "See? You were holding her like if she was a backpack"

I laughed.

He gave me back the kid and this time I got it right. "Alright man, so how am I gonna tell my family about her?"

Phil was quiet for a moment. "Well I don't know Bruno. You know them better than I do. But... just tell them straight forward, cause if you do the 'guys no matter what I tell you, promise me you won't hate me' bullshit, they'll know something's up."

I had to admit he was right.

"Yeah Phil, I know. I have to tell them either way. I'll tell them on Christmas Eve. Let me call them."

Phil nods and carries the baby while I called my mom, Bernadette.

- Phone Conversation -

Bernadette: Hello?

Bruno: hi mom

Bernadette: Peter! How's my boy? Are you coming over?

Bruno: yeah ma about that, I'll be coming on Christmas Eve. Cause I still need to go shopping for the presents and you know how hard it is to get stuff for my sisters.

Bernadette: *laughs* Okay Peter. We'll see you at Christmas Eve then.

Bruno: okay mom. I'll see you then. Love you.

Bernadette: Love you too Peter. Bye

Bruno: bye

- hang up -

I sigh. Phil looked like he was about to clap. "Nice man. Now that that's done... Go buy this baby some new diapers and clothes. She smells like crap!"

I laugh. "Alright Phil. But your coming with me."

"Okay Peter. Let's go."

"Okay man"

Just when we were about to go...

"Hey Peter, are you planning on naming her?"

*here's the new chapter. Hope you like it. So you know the drill, comment, vote and let me know what you think will happen next ^.^ bye!!!*