Twelve years ago, Donald Davenport adopted a three-year old girl, Genevieve Nelson, after her father, Donald's best friend, had passed away. For twelve years, Donald has managed to keep his adoptive daughter out of all the bionic dangers.
However...
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Evie exited her bathroom, after throwing up, falling onto her bed and cuddling up with Adam. "I'm nervous" She grumbled, her face stuffed in the crook of Adam's neck. Adam hummed, pulling her closer as one hand rested on the back of her head and the other on her stomach, his thumb softly rubbing back and forth.
"Why?" He whispered, pecking her temple. Evie shrugged. "I don't know. What if somethings wrong?" She asked. "Baby, everything's going to be fine. Our little girl will be fine." Adam replied as they sat up. Evie gasped. "I forgot about that!" She exclaimed, smiling down at her stomach. "Our little girl from the future." She mumbled. Adam smiled as he admired her.
"She looked just like her mom." He said. Evie smiled looking up at him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "We should probably get ready." She muttered against his lips. Adam hummed in agreement. "What time did Tasha say the appointment was?" He questioned. "Uh, 8:30." Evie replied, reaching for her phone, which was on her night stand. "It's currently 6:47." She said. "Yep, let's get up." Adam said, standing up and pulling Evie with him.
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