Hi. I hope everyone had a good week and is staying safe because the cases in my country hit an all time high today - 15000! Yikes.
Anyway, stay safe and if you're staying at home, why not take the time to enjoy this story and tell me what you think. I'd love to hear your guesses on what's going to happen in the next chapter.
So, enjoy this chapter and don't forget to comment and review.
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Her eyes flutter, head shifting from side to side, as her lips murmur unintelligible words. Her fists clench and unclench, toes curling then unfurling, as her body twists and contorts itself on the bed.
Tears start pooling beneath her eyes, flowing down her rosy cheeks, and onto the hands of another.
He picks her up, cradling her small frame in his arms, resettling the both of them on her bed. Tucking her head into the crook of his neck, he begins to rock her slowly, humming a lullaby in the hopes it will soothe her tears.
Eventually, small arms wrap around his neck, and he watches as eyelids flutter open. Her little pale pink lips form a yawn, her blue eyes blinking blearily at him, and he can't help but fawn over her.
Choosing to savour this moment a while longer, he rocks her a little more, a fond smile gracing his lips as he notes her closing her eyes in contentment, rather than for sleep.
He hears the door creak open, sees two figures previously standing in the doorway edging towards them. He beckons them forward, shifting the young girl in his lap to face them.
"Morning, little butterfly." The elder greets, taking her small hand and giving it a squeeze.
"Good morning." She yawns back, a fist moving to rub the sleep out of her eyes.
Gently, Bellamy brings her fists back down to her sides. "Don't rub your eyes, O." He advises, pressing a kiss to her temple, before running his hands up and down her arms.
The little girl leans into his touch, burrowing herself deeper into his arms until he has to nudge her awake.
Grinning, Hope gives her sister's hand a light tug. "C'mon. Let's go down for breakfast before we have to get to school."
Octavia nods, and arms move around her, picking her up. She wriggles in protest, trying to get Bellamy to put her down, but his grip on her only tightens.
"No, O." He tells her firmly as the two other girls move to stand by his side, ready to catch her if necessary. "Aunt-" He quickly cuts himself off before he lets anything slip, much to the amusement of the girls beside him. "Mom says you're not supposed to walk near the stairs yet."
The girl huffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she let herself be carried down by her big brother. Carefully, upon reaching the landing, he sets her down.
She takes one tentative step, then another. She's almost halfway to the kitchen before her legs start to ache. She pushes through the pain, her legs shaking as she continues to cross the floor.
"One step, then another." She tells herself. "One step, then another." She breathes heavily, trying to move her foot forward, but she's stuck.
Her breath hitches as she falls to the floor, her legs giving way. She wants to scream, wants to cry out. She just wants to hit something.
A tear slips out of her eyes, and she finds herself in the arms of her mother.
Drying her eyes, she rocks the girl back and forth, soothing her before a tantrum is able to form. She brings her over to the table, a plate set with pancakes and bites of fruit in front of her.
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She's Mine
Fanfic"No, you're not." Diyoza cuts in, her voice laced with fear and uncertainty. "You're not taking my daughter away from me." "She was my sister first." He reminds them. "But you left her all alone, didn't you?"
