"You have a huge family?" I asked, getting out of the car. "Yep....and you wonder why I'm a bit Hispanic." He smiled. "You look nothing like it!" I laughed. "Wait until you see my house...and multiple family members." He said, grabbing both baby carriers. I grabbed the large bag.
"Well my mom and grandma will love you like hell. And stay away from my sisters...they're embarrassing like my brothers." He warned. "How many?" I asked, walking up the steps. He followed up behind me as I knocked on the door.
"4 sisters and 4 brothers: counting me that's 5." He answered. "Carla! Baja de allí!" His mother yelled, opening the door. "Hey mom!" He smiled at her.
She squealed as she saw the babies. "You brought them! They're so cute!" She said. "Mind if we go in...?" I asked. "Of course cutie! You're just in time for the baby photos!" His mother said. "Ma! Papá prometió no mostrarlos!" He whined, walking inside. I followed as well.
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"They're so cute!" Carla said. "Alright kids: stay calm. They were both yesterday...correct?" Maxwells father asked. "Yeah....it's fine! You can hold them if you want." I insisted. "You married our big bro?" One of his brothers asked.
"Jason, maris, Aiden, and ray you better leave the poor boy alone....and yes they are married." His older sister said.
"Can I hold the girl?" Maris asked. "What did Anna say maris?" His mother asked. "I got it ma!" He whined. "How long have you two been married?!" Aiden and ray asked. "Almost a full year with this cute ass mother-" Maxwell said, pulling me onto his lap. "The baby boy looks like he's about to cry." Amy said.
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Brothers( oldest to youngest) Sisters(oldest to youngest)
Maxwell. Anna
Jason. Carla
Aiden. Reese
Maris. Amy
Ray
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"Did you like meeting them....?" He asked, taking his shirt off. "I really liked your parents! They're so hilarious!" I smiled.
"Are you alright...?" He asked.
"I'm fine...why?" I asked him.
"You have thorns on your neck." He answered, plucking one out.
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Hanahaki Disease
AdventureIt's better if you read the story rather than me explaining it, but...here's a teaser to it. Thorns are sharp Petals are soft I'm in between Nobody knows who I am... They call me hanahaki.... Because of my disease. I was born with it. My sister do...
