Mother cub

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People vote, comment, fan please! Anyways teen problems over everything is fixed so I am back! yay! I am currently at my friend's house typing this while she draws so here you go.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

April's POV:

I had been sitting there watching this ordeal as if i was just watching a Soap Opera, but finally my brain began to work again and I stood unsure of what exactly I was doing. "Her child? Nana, who is she exactly?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to offer a better view from where Summer was slightly hidden behind a chair. Summer looked at Mr.Richards and he just nodded. While Nana looked at me as if she had just noticed me.

Summer's POV:

She asked so many questions. But like her i wondered who was she? I looked at Steven and he just nodded, and understanding flowed through me. My daughter, this distraught girl standing before me was my little April. I didn't even look at Margaret i just stepped towards, April. She just looked at me not knowing what I was doing but i let my body do the work, and for once i didnt think about what i was doing. Looking her in the eyes i bent a little and pulled into a hug trying to convey how much i loved her. "i'm so sorry. so very sorry i cried." Breathing in the scent of my daughters shampoo as i held her close.

I stood turning to stare at Mr. Richards. "I will do whatever it takes to fight for April." Then i turned to look at Margaret, "and don't you dare expect to win." I spat at her. With that I turned on my heel and stormed out of Steven's office.

Margaret's POV:

I stood there stunned as i watched the door close behind her. Then Mr. Richards cleared his throat, and I turned to look at him. "Margaret I know you aren't one to give up on things but, i think is one battle you won't win, because like a mother lion wont give up on her cub neither will summer. So as much as i hate to give advice like this, give up now before you or April gets hurt."

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