Isn't Obama One Eighth White? ON HOLD

Isn't Obama One Eighth White?

Prologue
(Mays POV for now, and only now)

"Come on Baby girl, come on. Up, up- GOOD GIRL!" I shout encouragements to my thirteen month old girl, Grace, she's stunning. Absolutely stunning. She has blonde curls and hazel eyes, she's not the littlest baby out there but with all the secret Chocolate Jake sneaks her I'm not surprised. He absolutely adores her. I watch Grace put one step forward, and then the other. She slowly makes her way towards me, a proud grin on her face. I'm kneeling on the hardwood floor about a metre away from her. It's almost her bedtime but she refuses to close her eyes.

"You can do this Gracey, Eye of the Tiger!" Jake says from behind me probably filming this whole thing, Andrew is asleep right now. He fell asleep in the car, we went to visit Jakes brother, Alex. He's nice, he looks at me weird though, like he pities me. I had to quietly take Andrew up to his bed, not an easy task let me tell you. When we came down to the sitting room Grace already standing.

I hold my arms out for Grace, she laughs her high pitched giggle and tries to run. She trips over her own feet and comes tumbling down. She starts to cry as I rush towards her.

"Uh oh, come on. You're alright, you just got a little fright." I whisper, I pick her up and sit her on my lap as I sit down on the black leather couch next to us. She whimpers a bit then quietens down. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the worlds best mummy." Jake comes up to the front of us, I smile and Grace giggles.

He grins and zooms in the camera to me and Grace. "Speech?" He suggests, I roll my eyes and chuckle.

"No." I whisper, Grace's head is looking to the side a bit so I pick her up and hold her against me. She's looking over my shoulder as I hold her up.

"Bed time?" I look at Grace. "Let's go up to bed."

"Can you carry me?" I hear Jake ask behind me. I laugh and prod up the stairs, I head into Graces and Andrews room. Andrew is sleeping soundly, I lay Grace down in her cot and take a seat next to her bed. Her cot can rock from side to side which is handy considering she's one of those babies that falls asleep when moving around; like in a car or something.

I rock her cot gently from side to side. I hum a random song- A soothing song by the way, I wouldn't exactly win parent of the year with Heavy metal screamo.

Once I hear soft snores I get up out of the room, it has pale cream walls and a couple of small wooden aeroplanes hanging from the ceiling. Jake put them up a couple of months ago, there's a picture of all of us on the beach; the sky was blue and the sand was this really white colour. Grace had her baldy head but I had covered it with a pink Winnie the Pooh sun hat. She was wearing her pink swimming suit that had a little pink skirt, she was looking away from the camera.

Leaning across Jake as she tried to reach something, he was carrying her you see, I think he was terrified she would fall. I was holding Andrew, he was wearing blue Thomas the Tank trunks and was sporting a frown, he saves his adorable smiles for special people that he loves and cares about. I can't remember what I was wearing, a green sun dress I think, but Jakes outfit I can remember crystal clear.

He was wearing a white t shirt that was stained with baby food but still made him look gorgeous and some orange Hawaiian board shorts. His face showed the fear he had of dropping Grace.

But being a werewolf helps your agility, it's weird; I can't remember anything before the twins birth. Jake told me my parents died a couple of years ago, I believe him. I don't have a wolf either, I can shift, but I can't talk to her. Jake says it's just a phase, I hope he's right.

But, the craziest thing is that I have these weird visions; of people, that I feel like I should know. My latest one was of a girl my age with bright red hair and green eyes. She was smiling, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Do you think we're doing good?" I get snapped out of my reverie by Jake, he was leaning against the doorframe of our room smirking. "We're going great." I say, kissing his cheek and then heading into the bedroom to change and get some sleep.

Some good, needed, desired sleep.

I was asleep for about an hour before I heard Grace crying. "Can you get that?" I hear Jake groan, I sigh and pull the covers back from my body.

"Always do." I say groggily, I swear to God, sometimes I just want to punch that man for his laziness.