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I was very hesitant abt this...

I started to cry when I saw a baby video of myself 💀

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I started to cry when I saw a baby video of myself 💀

In the night I hear 'em talkThe coldest story ever toldSomewhere far along this roadHe lost his soul to a woman so heartlessHow could you be so heartless?Oh, how could you be so heartless?

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In the night I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul to a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless?
Oh, how could you be so heartless?

heartless
kanye west

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - -୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

6 YEARS LATER
age: 27-30

(This chapter represents Rodrick's breeding kink🙂)

"Naomi, stop drawing on the fence." You scolded the little girl who giggled as you swept her in her arms, crayons and markers dropping from her small fingers that were previously pressed against the pale painted fence.

She was your first and technically second born, your lovely three year old daughter who had the eyes of her dad, and your hair with a skin tone closer to yours.

Her twin brother, Micah was inside the house playing with chunky legos, while paw patrol was blasting in the back.

"But mama, I make pretty picture." She smiled at you, baby teeth poking through your top lip. "You and papa."

You bit your lip as you looked at the mesh of colours. "It's beautiful, okay, but don't draw on papa's fence, he loves the fence a lot, if you want to draw then I'll get paper, okay?"

"Okay mama." She wriggled out your arms and ran to the lounge where your phone was so she could watch Shimmer and Shine.

Your hand that shone with the jewelled band rubbed against your stomach. "Your sister is something else." You looked down at the swell of your belly. The dog running on the lawn yapped in agreement.

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