Chapter One

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Oikawa's pov:

I looked at my little Child in my arms she came a Week early but she was very heathy. Iwa-chan sat down next to me and looked at our baby while smiling with tears in his eyes.
Tobio was with his Boyfriend and was waiting infront of the room right now.
I smiled.

"Our little baby" said I.
"Yes our little baby" said Iwa-chan.
"Do you have a name for her?" asked Iwa-chan.

I looked outside even though it was November it was snowing.
I smiled.

"Yuki" said I.

Iwa-chan smiled. "Yuki it is" said He.

"I'm gonna get our little Boy" Iwa-chan said.

A minute later Tobio and Iwa came inside the 15 year old running towards the bed.

"Mama are you ok? Is that my Sister?" Our little Blueberry asked.

I said :"Yes that's your sister her name Yuki you have to promise me that you'll take good care and protect her from whatever happens ,Ok?"

He said Smiling:"Yes i will Mama! But can I hold her? Please?"

"Of course you can but be careful ok?" i said.

He nodded and I placed Yuki in his arms.

"But just because your sister's was born today that doesn't mean you're of the hood for failing your last test! We're talk about that later." I said.

He nodded again.

"My little Snowflake" Tobio said smiling.

-15 Years later-

Yuki's pov:
"YUKI WAKE UP!" Two Voices screamed.
"WHO IS INTERUPTING MY SLEEP?!" I screamed angry.
I looked at the Persons who woke me up, only to see Haru and Sato grinning at me.
"YOU TWO!!!" I jumped out of the Bed and chased the Twins downstairs.
When i got downstairs i smelled Omelet.
'Did Tobio make some Breakfast?' I asked myself.
But when I walked into the living room Tobio was sitting on the couch.
'If Tobio isn't the one making breakfast then who is' I asked myself, but then mum came out of the kitchen.
'what isn't Mum supposed to be in Argentina' I ask myself. But Mum just walked pass me. I froze. 'Did he forget...my Birthday' Papa suddenly appeared. 'He didn't wish me Happy Birthday either' I decided I would just go and meet up with my besties.

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