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7: MotherA/N: Well, let me tell you, this is going to be humanized Jazz, Thunder, Melody and others too!
Melody sighs as she runs a hand over her abdomen, which was round as a basketball. To be brutally honest with herself, she was scared, scared that her two little ones wouldn't make it. Especially after . . .
The woman shakes her head from the terrible memory as she hears the doors open and then a pair of happy, "Hello?" sound.
"In here!" Melody calls, slowly getting up from her spot. "Hey sweetheart," she adds as her beloved sits next to her as Thunder plops himself on the other side.
"Aw, forget me?" Thunder pouts and Melody chuckles as her adopted son snuggles up against her. Ever since he was eight and already a bit of a handful, but at least now he was helping out a lot ever since Melody was told by the doctor to not move so much.
"Never would in a million years," Melody sighs, patt
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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