Teddies and Milk Bottles (A ghost bird fanfic)

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Sorry it took me so long to update- I am terrible at updating my books when I plan too!

For once in my life, I am thankful for my family for keeping all of the old stuff that we don't need in the garage, because that is where I found my saving grace- the two seated pushchair that me and Marie shared when we were younger.

What, did you think their was a drivers license and a bunch of car seats in there? Pft, come on, be realistic.

Sure, the whole boy situation is not very realistic what so ever, but seriously now?

" Kota, the pushchair won't kill you," I tell him as I try and force Kota in to the pushchair. I thought that these two would be the easiest to cope with- and Victor is most defiantly living to his expectation, as he is half asleep, sometimes rubbing his chubby baby fists on his little fire eyes.

In other words, being adorable and well behaved, unlike Kota who is fighting my every attempt to get him in the pram.

Kota looks at me with his big green eyes, like he is trying to do that secret eye talk with me. I expect that big watery eyes mean he doesn't want to go on the pushchair, and he will start crying if I do, but I pretend I don't notice and this distraction to stuff him in the so called 'death trap', which he starts crying at.

Academy babies are REALLY weird. 

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" Sangy, my feet are tired," Sean complains after 5 minutes into the trip to the shops a, "can we take a 5 hour brake?"

" No we can't Pookie. We have only been walking for five minutes and I want to get to the shops today," I say as we go over a particular bumpy bit of pavement, causing Victor and Kota- both who had fallen asleep- to wake up and start giggling.

" But you said we were going to the park!"

" I now I did, Pookie, but first we have to go to the shops!"

" Don't call me Pookie! I not a 'Pookie'! And I want to go to the park NOW!" Sean scowled before storming off, Owen following closely behind him like a little lost puppy.

" Boys, don't go off or no park!" I tell them as I try and push the pushchair faster, which is practically impossible over the bumpy pavement.

Owen stops walking and comes back to me but Sean continues to scowl and storm, getting further and further away.

" SEAN POOKIE GREEN, GET YOU TINY LITTLE ASS BACK HERE, YOUNG MAN, OR YOU WILL HAVE NO CHOCOLATE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"