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A/N: For Hairography and Mattress things are gonna be a little blended to fit the story line, but here we go!

I put Isabella and Max in the cast. I spent a while looking for actors that work for their attitudes and vision. If they don't work for you, just imagine someone else, but when I'm writing, that's who I'm picturing.😂

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Moving her pencil across the page of her sketchbook, Grace continued to look between the picture of Becky the girl had texted to her and her drawing. She continued ignoring the world around her as she cleared her head during lunch.

"Hey." Quinn greeted the brunette with a soft knock against the table, having spotted her sitting alone in the back of the cafeteria. She motioned to the seat beside Grace when the teen looked up and pulled her headphone's down. "Mind if I sit?"

"Sure." Grace nodded, returning back to her drawing. She frowned, stopping again when a book slid into view beside her color pencil case.

"I saw this at the bookstore and thought it would give us a little head start." Quinn said, giggling in amusement as she watched Grace look at the How to Raise A Baby On Five Dollars A Day book she had found in the book store the other day, already judging it before she had even flipped it open. "Half of it is bogus, especially since we're having three, but it's got some good ideas. I know things are tough with your family right now, but if you're still wanting to keep them. I promise I'm ready...or I'll be ready."

At that, Grace's lips twitched upward a bit, looking towards the girl as she lowered down fully beside her. She sighed, nodding her head and leaning against the blonde's shoulder as she looked back to the book. "It's nice you put your big boy boxers on. We just need a book that's on demon 'bastard' triplets now. My Abuela is making me go get blessed by a priest this week to help combat my literal inner demons." She groaned, as Quinn chuckled.

"Nothing wrong with a little extra faith. Whatever you decide, let me know. No pressure." Quinn whispered, kissing the top of Grace's head.

"I have a dinner with my family to discuss everything. As well as...dinner with my other grandparents later this week." Grace sighed, brows pulling together. "I just need to talk to my Moms. I'm stressed and usually they can help me pick through my brain."

"That's fair." Quinn nodded.

"Yeah." Grace mumbled, setting down the book and letting the page fall closed. She looked down and groaned, shifting her shift uncomfortably. "I swear to Jesús Christy if my boobs don't quit their fucking shit. It's like they want me to rip them off."

"Are you in pain?" Quinn asked, sitting up a little straighter and looking over the smaller girl. She grunted as Grace smacked her chest. "Ow!" 

"Don't look at my boobs! One of your little dark angels won't stop kick boxing my intestines." Grace whined quietly, looking down at her stomach and looking away with another groan. "I swear these kids grew too much this past week. I look like a damn water balloon."

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