The Move.

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"Come on kiddie." Aaron Prince, my brother-in-law smirked as we helped the movers with all of our things, while a very 4 month pregnant Eliza, at this moment was sat with the in-laws in Costa Coffee, sipping her mint mocha.

"Shut up prince!" I muttered as we carried the very last box.

"Really Winter?" Aaron laughed,

"But really? After all that happened I'm surprised you're able to move, I mean after the Walmart scare..." Instant regret.

And just as the conversation started it stopped, as it was filled by awkward silence.

"Yeah... we haven't really talked since then, have we?" Aaron sighed sadly,

"No we haven't really, I mean you and Eliza weren't allowed to visit." I looked down tiredly,

"No, it was sad, especially how much you had to go through, you're sixteen."

"Да, я знаю. Я имею в виду давай моей травмы было не так плохо! ("Yeah, I know. I mean come on my trauma wasn't that bad!")

Aaron just gave me a horrified look and turned around angrily.

"Don't say that Nyx! Huh... so your going to be like that?" Aaron sighed as I stuck my tongue out at him,

"Yeah, I'm going to be like this Aaron, I've had to be tough!" I laughed,

"Very mature Nyx!" Aaron laughed,

"Like you would know." I muttered quietly...

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