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"Hello!" I smiled happily, trying my best to mask over my wearily state of mind from being awake since the early hours of the morning with Noah.

"Aw, hello Minx! How are you?" Tracey smiled.

"I'm great. A bit tired, but it's all well," I smiled.

"Mum!" Joe grinned.

"Oh Joseph you look great! It's bit a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, and thanks," Joe smiled as he carried Noah.

"And this must be Noah!" Tracey grinned excitedly.

"Here he is!" Joe laughed.

"He looks just like you did as a baby, oh my God," Tracey smiled.

"That's what Dad said."

"He truly does though. Does he have a middle name?"

"Yes, Noah Joseph Sugg," I smiled.

"Aw, how sweet," Tracey grinned as we all sat on the sofa.

We had all decided to meet at Joe's flat this morning because Tracey already knew where it was, so it made it easier for her to get to.

"How was labour?" Tracey asked me.

"Well, I was induced, so the nurses' had time to explained everything to me, so it went quite well, yeah."

"That's good to hear. It feels like only yesterday Joe was a little boy and now he's a dad. And you're a mum!"

"Yeah, we're stoked," Joe grinned.

"Joe!" Caspar yelled from downstairs.

"Sorry, hold on," Joe apologised.

Joe rushed downstairs.

"So do you live here too, yes?" Tracey asked.

"Oh no. I have a flat a few minutes away. But Joe and I always stay together, we just switch between where we stay," I explained.

"Oh, okay!"

"Sorry!" Joe apologised again as he came upstairs.

"Hello Mrs. Sugg," Caspar smiled.

"Hello Caspar! How are you, love? Oh, and please, call me Tracey."

"I'm good. Sorry, I didn't know you were here."

"No problem!" Tracey smiled.

We all sat around and talked for a the afternoon. Tracey held Noah a lot, which was nice because I was able to relax a bit more, and when he was hungry, Joe warmed up a bottle I had previously pumped.

"Are you breastfeeding?" Tracey asked.

"Yeah, but we have some bottles prepared already," I nodded.

"That's good," Tracey smiled.

After a while, Tracey said she had to go catch the train to go meet up with Zoe and Alfie at their place.

"Thanks for stopping by," Joe smiled, giving his mum and hug.

"Please, I wanted to meet my first grandson! I'm wanted to stay longer, I'm sorry I can't."

"Don't worry about it."

I took Noah from Joe so he could walk Tracey out to her taxi and say good-bye again.

"How's my favourite nephew?" Caspar smiled as he took Noah from me.

"Oh my God," I laughed.

"Psh, I've got this," Caspar nodded as he held Noah and carried him to sit on the sofa.

"Alright, I trust you," I laughed lightly, pulling my hair back into a pony-tail.

Joe soon came back inside and sat down with me on the sofa.

"Casp, can you take care of Noah really quick, I need to talk with Minxie alone," Joe said.

"Sure," Caspar nodded.

"Will you come downstairs with me?" Joe asked quietly.

"Yeah, is everything alright?" I asked worried.

"Yeah, just come here," Joe nodded.

What's happened? Joe really has me worried. I don't think I've done anything wrong, but now I'm thinking everything I've done.

"Joe, what's wrong?"

"Minxie, calm down. I didn't mean to freak you out. I just need to talk to you without any distractions."

"Okay, go on then."

"I'm sorry, but I have to go to some meetings tomorrow. I don't want to leave you alone with Noah but-"

"Joe! Really?! That's it? Oh God, I thought something bad had happened!" I breathed.

"I just don't want to leave you, but I have meetings to go to," Joe breathed.

"I can handle Noah, don't worry!"

"Okay, baby," Joe smiled weakly.

Joe gave me a kiss and we headed back upstairs.

"Is everything alright?" Caspar asked cautiously.

"Yeah, everything's fine! Joe freaked me out over nothing except his meetings tomorrow!" I laughed.

"D.amn you, Joe!" Caspar joked.

"Hey, I was trying to be nice and I didn't know how Minx would react!"

"I know. I love you," I smiled.

"I love you too."

"Ew, you guys are gross!" Caspar joked.

"P.iss off!"

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"Minxie, take care, yeah? You can still call me or text me if you need to, alright?" Joe repeated for what felt like the millionth time this morning.

"Joe, we'll be fine! Now go, you're already running late," I smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Stop worrying! Now go!"

"I love you!" He said.

"Love you too!"

Joe quickly gave me a kiss and kissed Noah on the forehead before running out the door to get to his meeting.

"And then there were two. It's you and I now," I smiled down to Noah, who was cradled in my arms.

I looked at my phone for the time and it was only quarter past nine. Noah was being pretty calm and I'm hoping today's going to be a good day for him.

I rocked him a bit in my arms and he soon feel asleep. I reached for my phone and took a picture of him sleeping in my arms, before posting it on Instagram.

"My little Noah," accompanied with a small variety of emojis.

I got up and slowly and gently laid Noah in his bassinet, careful not to wake him up.

Leaving my room, I went into the kitchen and made myself a small breakfast. Fortunately, I was able to sit down and eat my toast and watch a short program before Noah woke up.

"Mummy's here, shh," I hummed, picking him up and grabbing a blanket to wrap him up in.

Noah continued crying for a couple of minutes while I bounced him to cheer him up. I then realised he's probably crying because of his dirty nappy, duh. So I changed his nappy and then tried my best to hold him as I got ready for the day. I had to endure him crying while I quickly got dressed and then when I put my hair up. But, collectively that was only a few minutes altogether.

I decided to send Joe a quick text to let him know everything is well:

"Just letting you know everything is good at home. And Noah already misses you! X."

I waited a couple of minutes for a reply or to see if he had read it, but nothing. He's probably busy.

As the day went on, I took care of Noah. After I fed and burped him, he threw up on his clothes, so I gave him a small sponge bath before getting him dried and dressed in clean clothes. As I finished, I held him in my arms amd carried him through to the livingroom.

I picked up my phone as it was ringing. I feel like I recognise the number, but I didn't have it saved in my phone. I answered it anyway.

"Hello?"

"Minx? It's Graham. Joe's dad?"

"Yeah, yeah. How are you?" I questioned.

"I'm alright. I'm calling because... Have you heard from Joe?" He asked a bit frantically.

"No, what's wrong?!"

"Minx..." Graham breathed wearily.

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a/n: hello! Don't worry, i'll update soon! Love you all loads and thank you for reading! Hope you liked it! X