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Grace's POV.
'' Hi'' I force myself to say and his eyes peek up at me. I don't know what I'm going to say, I just want to... stay here and impress this in my mind. To feel his pain and do something to help him. because I want to remind myself about life, about how many times I was so close to give up for some dumb problems, while these little warriors where locked in this place fighting for their lives, with nothing to hold on besides their family's support.
He stares up at Harry who's leaning against the door frame, watching us careful.
'' I'm Grace'' I say and the boy still don't rip his gaze from Harry as he's thinking about something.
'' Is he your boyfriend?'' he asks pretending he doesn't care. I nod and he narrow his eyes.
'' A little possessive isn't him?'' he sarcastically remarks and I smile, the boy looks at me and I catch him blushing.
'' Yeah'' I mumble, playing with my finger on the wooden table.
'' Are you a mother?'' someone's asks and I turn to see the little blonde princess sitting herself on my lap. Malcolm look a bit upset. Harry takes a step towards me but I shake my head, I have everything under control. I guess.
'' Celine, how many times do I have to tell you it's not polite to jump on people?'' the little girl pounds and I awkwardly take a strand of her hair, twisting it in my finger to calm her down. I don't know what I'm doing, it's just an instinct, just action without thinking.
'' It's okay'' I assure him and Malcolm keeps writing down on his paper.
'' Do you answer my question?'' she calls FOR my attention and I catch Malcolm rolling his blue eyes.
'' What question?'' I ask confused and she puffs before repeating it.
'' Are you a mother? You look like a sweet mom. Like ours, she's working right now or I'll make you see you have the same expression when she sit with Malcolm and plays with us'' my heart aches and I try my best not to cry.
'' Do I really look like a one of them?'' I mock her but it's Malcolm the one answering this time.
'' Kind of. You have the typical mother's smile, or this is how Celine calls it'' he says it without looking at me and I push my hair back. Celine grabs hold of my necklace, her eyes go wide as she watches it rocking back and forth on my neck.
''A paper airplane! Malcolm is very good at making them'' she informs me and he looks so annoyed as she keeps repeating him to let me see how good he is.
He rolls his eyes but his hands start to move, flexing and folding a white piece of paper.
'' You can't not be a mother'' she states so sure of herself and pokes at my cheek.
'' If she was a mother Celine, you shouldn't be standing on her bump, it will hurt the baby. I know it, I've read It somewhere'' Malcolm jumps in and Celine sits herself on the table, right in front of me.
