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chapter 45 | Doctor

Anyway, I need to talk about something with her.

"Baby..." I grasp her attention, her back still turned towards me. She peeks at me but keeps on stirring into the pan full of sauce. "Yes?"

"My mom showed me something the other day because of that other dream I had," I comb my hair back but tuck my hand back in my pocket. "I know it's gonna sound weird but since I was really affected by it I asked her if maybe it was possible that I was with you when I was younger but she showed me some books with the pictures of school in it and..." I speak while she's staring at me with curiosity and interest. "I saw some pictures of you...or if it's not you then your twin but...I mean...I wasn't really surprised given the dreams I've been having about that stuff but I saw that we were together for around two years..."

"In nursery school?" she stops focusing on the food and turns towards me, showing some surprise at this. "Yeah. That made me feel...like...kinda soft when I saw it," I smile at the memories I have of those pictures. "The weirdest about it is that my mom was very friendly with yours...when...we both know what happened."

"I don't even remember anything at all..." she says but steps to the side to grab the banana milk she left there earlier. "I don't even remember anything either but just...the dreams that I had kinda reminded me of it...that's great when you think about it. My mom though, she only said she could remember the way I was calling you but she would never have believed that you were that little girl I was always talking about."

"You were always talking about me?" she giggles with her cute face but brings a smile upon my face. "Yeah, she told me I couldn't leave you and that I was always talking about you, and also that I was calling you booboo," I beam but say it nervously, fixing the turtleneck of my tight top. "Booboo? That's so cute," she laughs at me but sips on her drink. "Ya, don't mock me," I bite my lips but move forth to poke her stomach and make her twitch. "You're mean, I was just a baby already in love with his cute blushing girl."

She smiles broadly but puts her arms around me. Do you have the picture? I want to see it."

"Yeah," I nod but move away to leave her embrace and head towards the living room, I make my way to the coffee table and open a drawer underneath, to take the picture I put inside and I close the drawer to go back to my baby while looking at our small selves. I didn't even know this was possible for her to be even cuter.

Once I'm back in the kitchen, I step towards her and show her the picture. "There, I cut into it to just have us and I asked my mom to put it in a small frame but she hasn't gotten the time to do it so I'll maybe put it in my transparent phone case," I tell her while she's smiling in front of it. "That's me, indeed. I'm surprised to see myself with a smile though," she giggles. "Why?"

"Because there's a picture of me my mom kept but I'm like at school, for the picture of the year and I'm crying on it," her sentence gets me to laugh, not believing that this can be possible. "She told me I just always hated to be at school but I was around six so...probably when I wasn't with you anymore..."

I beam but press a kiss on her temple. "We're soulmates. I knew it, what if you were my first kiss?" I let her hold the picture for her eyes to keep on scanning our faces and bodies, showing both of us holding hands and smiling as if it was the best day of our lives. "Your first kiss?" she grins but turns her head to look into my eyes. "Yeah, maybe we kissed when we were that aged all innocently, a little peck on the lips..." I imagine it in my head, smiling at the thought of us. "Then I'd be glad to know I was your first little girlfriend," her face expresses a lot of joy but makes my heart tingle. "Maybe my mom also has those pictures of us at our house."

"You should ask her if she remembers me, the first time I met her she said my name sounded familiar so...she'll maybe recall it..." I hold put my arms around her waist to hug her from the side and lay my eyes where hers already are. "Apparently...I was often crying once you left..." I tell more about it, willing to put those memories back in our heads. "My mom said I was constantly asking for you...but she can't remember why you left..."