Let's begin the story with a little flip of an hourglass.
For a typical phrase to start with this following chain of events, here we start in another timeline: on the twelfth hour of the first day of October, 1989, something extraordinary happened. It may seem like a completely ordinary day for everyone- there were cars passing by the streets, sun casting its glorious glow and blessing it upon the Earth, the chattering of people walking to the sidewalks, few criminals being chased down by the authorities- just a completely new chance to start another day of repetition.
To start her day, a woman was seen with the same pastel yellow water can. The sprinkles of water providing the bushes flowers enough resources to sustain life for now, for one had been awfully withering it's way to death; stiff and brown, as if one touch could turn it to ashes and so, she plucked its stem out of the soil. Its pitiful state reminds of the cycle of our life; once a seedling, blossoming into life and beauty, and immediately dying and returning to their origin upon the ground.
She shrugged, putting the withered plant on the dustpan she amusingly brought outside with her as she continued. Her forest green eyes strayed away from her task for a moment before she immediately looked away upon seeing him. The man she is secretly pining for.
It was just a stupid crush, yeah? But with him seemingly giving her the same signal she had in her mind made her smile sheepishly when their eyes met for a brief moment. Such a cute display, unfortunately a passerby is displeased by it as the older person thought so little of the younger to think they are being dirty. The old woman, probably too conservative for goodness sake, shook her head as she walked by the sidewalk near the young woman's house. Sending the young man one last timid glance before she took the dustpan with her as well as the watering can, hurriedly making her way towards her home where she could silently bask in the victory of seeing him again, this time without the restraint of being afraid of having an eye contact.
But she never gets the chance to do it.
For all that was heard is a scream of pain, her voice muffled from the protection of the house yet still audible for her poor crush who's face immediately morphed in concern. Her voice, pained and afraid, calling her mother over and over again all while it is clear that the whole family inside is in a storm of worry and rush, calling anything to help her, with her brother who just woke up and disoriented, frankly dialling 911.
And there, the same happened to 42 women across the globe, albeit differently for each of their circumstances.
For on the twelfth hour of October 1st, 1989, 43 women from across the world gave birth. A rather fascinating and unusual event as none of these women are even pregnant to begin with. It just happened. Is this the embodiment of the phrase, "I'm with child, but it's just an accident"? A paranormal coincidence of an event? Or was it because they were just lacking education about the s-word?
No one knows up to this day, and one man planned to crack the code upon what could these children contribute to society, upon the world they are brought into.
A week after the birth of her 'unexpected' son, she found herself sitting on the couch with the entirety of her family. Cradling closely on her precious bundle as if a last hug before turning it over towards an old yet sophisticated man and is clearly not from the family. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, he is. A billionaire, adventurer, and a philanthropist. His eyes locked on the innocent child in his arms, a mystery, yet one he is willing to learn. And this child is just one of those that he has; for he resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.
And he got nine of them.
Reginald had done much to take care of the nine babies, though it was only the hired maids that took care each of them were the only one's doing the job. He is always there when they walk around with the babies in their stroller for a little bit of sunlight, or making sure they are getting enough sleep, or making sure their food has enough nutrients to make the small boys strong and healthy as they grow into kids in the future.
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𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 | a spin-off &TEAM X TUA AU fanfic
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