Edit from fucking 2023: this book is from 2021, I'm not fixinf any of it because it's funny as hell to look back on my writing
COMPLETE(?)//UNDER EDITING// The beginning chapters were written when I was at a younger age, they get longer and assumin...
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••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• It was the same thing as what happened with aiko.
The truck.
The red flower.
The metal tube.
Mom.
Men with "cloaks" and "masks".
Everything.
"That one was a medium quality, right?"
"Yes.. you'll have your high quality ones soon enough." Isabella declared, nodding.
"Emma and Norman are coming back," Y/N said, their eyes widening, realizing that neither of them were carrying little bunny. "They left little bunny—"
"Dammit.. I'll go get it, stay here to greet them." Ray ordered as Y/N nodded.
Soon enough Emma and Norman came rushing through the main door, only to be greeted by Y/N who was holding a lantern and one of the babies. "Hey—"
"We were too late." Norman said as Y/N gave him a sympathetic look. "I see.. well, I'm sure they could mail little bunny to Conny, or something.." Y/N said, watching Emma wipe her eyes. "Wheres Ray..? And Gilda.." Emma asked quietly.
"Gilda went to bed.. Rays... washing up, he'll meet you guys upstairs... you should head to bed, you both look tired," Y/N suggested, giving the two a small smile as they nodded, heading upstairs.
"Do we tell Y/N and Ray..?" Norman asked quietly as the two headed upstairs.
"I mean... they're less likely to freak out.. s-so it might be best to tell them.." Emma responded.
Y/N eventually heard the sound of two doors closing as they let out a sigh, realizing the two had gone to bed.
"I'm back." Ray said, holding little bunny as Isabella trailed behind him.
"My office," she said as the two sighed, nodding.
"Can I put him to bed, first?" Y/N asked, Isabella nodding, while Y/N quickly headed upstairs. "I'm sorry, Emma, Norman.." Y/N muttered quietly as they set the now sleeping baby down in his crib.
"I take it they made it to the gate, then?" Isabella asked, as Y/N and Ray nodded. "Goodness.." Isabella sighed, massaging her temples. "I know you're both doing this for the sake of protecting them but—"
"We know. Rays birthday is soon, and then mine.. we get it, mom.." Y/N cut her off,
"Right. So either way, with your efforts, I could still ship both Emma and Norman off before their shipment dates."
"You wouldnt—" Ray began, his eyes widening.
Isabella's gaze softened, as her eyes narrowing slightly. "You two should head to bed, it's past curfew,"
