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the young boy replied without looking at the male fatty. "Are you lost? This is the Vestal Virgin Sect's Outer Disciples' Learning Hall. You should not be here. Tell me where your parents are and I will take you to them. By the way, I am Tiny Slim. Who are you?" Tiny Slim continued to follow the steps of the young boy who seemed sure where he's going. "That's a rather strange name. Hmmm. You are not tiny or slim at all. I'm Maru." the young boy paused after he heard of the name of the man before him. Tiny Slim was as big as a baby elephant already who was shaped all round and beefy.

Everything that could go wrong this morning has! The kids and I overslept. They was moving hella slow and i was very annoyed. "Mommy, I'm tired." Aza whined. "Well you should've went to bed. Instead, you wanted to watch frozen." I scorned her.

She was slurping lemonde from a to-go cup and she had on shades. She walked up to them in a bossy way and crossed her arms once she reached them. Her dark brown hair was let loose freely and it reached her waist. She had on a blue jean jacket, striped black and white top underneath and she put on blue pants with black sneakers. She placed the glasses on her hair and her amber-like eyes pierced through them. Her pale pink lips bit back a smile as her eyes landed on Andrew. "That's who you're going to be babysitting Squad 10," Alex told them but his voice was a bit muffled as he sounded far away to them as the small bossy like girl had all their attention.

Milagros could only shake her head animatedly. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. She is a little anemic and over-fatigued. Other than that there's nothing detrimental to your wife's health." "And the baby?" he said after a few seconds. "The baby is fine. Your little guy boasted his heartbeat when I checked on him." She chuckled. Ira's forehead compressed. "How do you know it's a he?" "Pulses are typically accurate, although it may be too soon to tell," Miranda said with a bright smile.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

"Hey ..hey...no look at me...yeah look at Uncle," Kyan said waving the baby toy in the air and the baby followed his gaze. "Good girl...look at this...her name is... Vivienne or just Vivie" he added and showed a photo of Vivienne. Of course, he didn't know if the baby could even see or recognize the picture he was showing her. She was just three months old

She nodded vigorously. “I’ll get her ready to leave.” The teacher who was with us offered and took Aki-chan back into the building to change her out of her play clothes and into her regular clothes. I waited outside for those few minutes and watched the other children. I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for them, really. They were all so young, oblivious and carefree. They had their entire lives ahead of them. They had adulthood ahead of them. Notes: Otou-san: Father Kaa-chan: Mother

Dallin sighed and shook his head. “And y---wait! You don’t have a name.” He stroke his chin and the baby giggled louder, “How about bebe?” he stared at her and her giggles intensified, “Hey, stop laughing at me okay? It’s not like I had a daughter before, I am new to things.” As his lips uttered those words, the realization hit him, “My daughter!” he tried to ignore the eye gaze with the little baby, peeking at him but eventually fell for her cuteness.

His skin is soft and pink, his tiny fists clenched, and his half-open eyes seem to search for something familiar. “Hey, my little prince. Hi, I’m your mom… hi there, are you okay?” Aria murmurs, her voice soft and tender, like the whisper of a gentle breeze. Every word drips with love and awe, as though she’s utterly mesmerized by the fragile life she cradles. The baby’s cries, which had filled the room moments before, begin to subside, replaced by soft whimpers and restless movements.