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(Jamie POV)


"Mari!"

 I called out for my boyfriend in the middle of his modest mansion floating from a cliff face on the island of Bridgeport. Nikko stands beside me, his little head tilted in confusion. 

"Where's your other daddy?" I ask our furry son but he only wiggles his little butt and sploots on the floor to show his defiance towards helping me

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"Where's your other daddy?" I ask our furry son but he only wiggles his little butt and sploots on the floor to show his defiance towards helping me. I walk out onto the porch to find the night sky had just started to settle in, and although it was below zero in new york, Bridgeport was always a solid 70 degrees, except when it rained. 



"MARI!"


 I called out again without a response, only the ripples pool water and the invisible crickets calling back to me. 

"Where could he be?" I mutter under my breath as I lean against the railing, protecting me from falling off the cliff and into the blue oblivion below

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"Where could he be?" I mutter under my breath as I lean against the railing, protecting me from falling off the cliff and into the blue oblivion below. With a long sigh, I tilt my head at just the right angle to catch the garage lights off to the side. With the mystery possibly solved, I head on over. But the closer I get the more commotion I head coming from inside.

 Sneaking up from behind, I peer around the corner to find my sweetheart underneath some strange motorcycle looking thing. Awed by the technological marvel, I slowly sneak up behind him. He had his earbuds in and was adjusting something with a weird wrench shaped tool. Bridgeport was far more technologically advanced than any other country in the world.

Mari suddenly lets out a loud groan and his head falls back onto the solid concrete floor with his eyes squeezed shut. 

I take the opportunity to come out from behind him. Hovering above his frustrated pout before kissing his forehead. His eyes suddenly pop open and he looks up, relieved once he realizes its just me. 

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