Teddies and Milk Bottles (A ghost bird fanfic)

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I am terrible at updating! I'm sorry, don't hunt me down and kill me! Please!

Think quick, Sang!

" Um, well their adopted. They were adopted a few, um, weeks ago by, um, my father who always wanted more children! I helped, um, chose them and they didn't have, um, names- they had numbers! Dad let me, um, chose the names, um, so I decided, um, to call this one Owen because he looks like Owen Blackbourne," I pointed to Owen, " and this one Sean because he looks like Sean Green! Coincerdent or not?" I giggle slightly, "Well, if you escuse me, I must be on my way," and with that, I make a quick escape.

Well, as quick as you can with a two seater pushchair on uneven ground and two 3 year olds who whine at every step they take. 

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It takes us 20 minutes, 10 promises of chocolate, 4 pit stops and a bunch of tears, but we have made it to the store. I feel like doing a happy dance, but I don't want anyone calling the mental hospital on me.

" Okay, Owen go get me a basket, Sean stop rambling about cute stuff, and lets get shopping! The quicker we finish, the quicker we get to go to the park!" is it just me or do I sound like Gabriel when he goes shopping: sounding like Mr Blackbourne (well, when he isn't in the form of a tiny three year old with a wisp and a improperly named teddy bear) but like Luke- all happy and possibly on a sugar rush- at the same time?

" Yes Wang/Sangy!" my tiny troops say, saluting, before doing what I told them to do.

It was then that Victor decided to wake up and start crying. It was also then that I realized that it was about lunch time. Kota'll wake up soon and start complaining for food and Owen and Sean most likely won't move until we get food.

Groaning, I shouted over to Owen who was waiting in the oddly long queue for a baskets, "Owen, leave the basket and come over here. We're getting some food before you all start complaining!"