Perfectly Imperfect | Breece ( DISCONTINUED )

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Blake's pov

I wake up, not in the hotel, but beside Reece, in a house. There was pictures of us on the walls, though one of them we were both in suits with a white background, were we married?

Another picture was me and Reece with two young children.
Were they our kids?
They seemed to be.
The little girl had long dirty blond curly hair, Reece's little button nose and his dimples. She had glasses and she was the cutest.
The little boy, seemed to be mine.
He looked exactly like me.
My dark hair, my dark brown eyes, same crooked smile, He was mine for sure.

I look back to Reece, who didn't seem to age one bit no matter what year we were in. Speaking of which, what year are we in?

I take the phone that was on the table next to my bed, the lock screen was me and Reece. I look at the date and it only said December 25th. I open twitter to see the numbers "29"

2029?

I'm thirty?

That would mean Reece is thirty-one.
He doesn't look thirty-one at all. This boy never ages.

And George is thirty.
Speaking of him, Where is he?

What
The
Fuck?

I stand up, but get attacked by the little boy in the picture.

- DADDY DID SANTA PASS? He yelled.

- I don't know buddy let's go see. I smile picking the boy up in my arms. I walk down stairs with him in my arms.

His eyes lit up as he saw the presents under the Christmas tree. He pushes himself out of my arms and runs to the tree.

- Mia, Mia, Mia. These all say Mia daddy!? Where's mine? He whines.

- Look a little longer, I'm sure there's one there for you. I smile sitting on the couch near him.

- HAH! He yells picking one up. This one says Noah, This one is mine.

- Don't open it.

- Why not? He whines.

- We need to wait for Mia and Daddy.

- But daddy you're up, We don't need to wait for Mia and Daddy.

- Wait Noah, Wait.

- Ugh fine. He says tossing the gift back where it was. He stands up and jumps onto the couch next to me.

A few moments later, Mia was heard coming down the stairs. She was beautiful, just like Reece.

- Can you boys be any louder? Sassy like Reece.

- Sorry sleeping Not-So-Beaty. Noah says rolling his eyes.

- Unlike you Noah, I have Class. She says flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

- And too much sass.

- You can never have too much sass, Daddy's words. Mia laughs.

- You are such a loser. Noah says looking to her.

- Daddy? HE CALLED ME A LOSER.

- Because you are. Noah responds before I can.

- Noah be nice to your sister please.

- Fine.

- I have an idea. I say looking to both of them.