-REECE'S POINT OF VIEW-
I had never seen Becky so happy. It made everything even better.
"Two Reece. A boy and a girl."
She grinned like she was on acid. She shone with happiness. I was just as happy but I'm a grumpy twat and can not really show it. The rest of the day she skipped around happy as Larry.
It was so good to see her so happy. The babies had messed with her hormones and made her mental health even worse. All though the day she would come up to me and tell me she loved me. I also got rewarded in other ways.
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FanfictionIf you like Reece Shearsmith. you'll (hopefully) like this. A dyslexic story involving Reece Shearsmith and friends.