Annabella-Marie's POV
I'm 18.
A teen mother, no not like the ones on tv but I adopted my son when I was 16, he was left at the hospital I volenteer at.
My name is Annabella-Marie Martinez, I live in London but only for school but now I'm moving back with my brother who lives in Oregon.
My mum and dad have just passed away, and now I have to take my five year old son out of kinder, and go to the place I dread the most...
"Mummy when do I get to meet uncle Jace?"
"You'll meet uncle Jace as soon as we get there if you're awake hun,"
"Mummy do you think he's gunna hate me?" I gasped
"He would never do that baby, he's going to be shocked but he'll love you don't worry your little head!"
"Okay Mummy. When do we leave?"
"As soon as I'm done with your shoes cupcake." He just nodded, gosh he's so mature for five, too mature if you ask me...
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"James come on hun we have to get on the plane, we'll see uncle sooner if you hurry!"
"Okay Mummy, I'm coming!"
"You can sleep on the plane if you want baby boy, we have a big day tomorrow".
He yawned, then replied with, "Okie dokie I'm kinda sleepy."
"Here hold Mummy's hand when we cross" I say as I open the door of the cab to walk towards the airport
He took my hand and smiled a cute little smile.
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"James wake up baby we're here," I say in a small voice.
He mumbled a little what sounded like ,"blueberry pancakes.."
"James, come on honey bunny we're going to go see uncle Jace, maybe he'll have Starbursts"
That woke him up, he has a strange obssession with those things but won't get one cavity!
"Okay Mummy, I'll be awake now." He said while rubbing his eyes.
I undid his seatbelt and opened the upper compartment and got some of our things, "Give mummy your hand, let's go find Jace"
~ Fifteen minutes later~
"Bells!" Yells a very happy looking Jace
"Jacey!"
He ran towards me and engulfed me into a bone-crushing hug
"J-J-can-can't-bre-breathe!" I gasped for air
"Sorry lil sis. Who's this little guy?" He said pointing at a very shy James trying to hide behind my legs
"This is James, your nephew."
"Annabella-Marie you have got some explaining to do when we get home or I will kick your little ass"
"Hey! My kids right here language."
"Anna."
"Don't talk to my Mummy that way mister." Says a now protective five year old James.
"I'm sorry little guy, I didn't mean it".
James eyed him
"James, say sorry to Jace he didn't mean it hun,"
"I'm sorry uncle Jace"
