fifty-three

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"What's this?" Jackson asked, handing me a letter from Alex.

I opened it, skimming over it before finally reading it fully. He'd left Seattle, getting back with his ex-wife, who now had his kids.

"So, Karev left?"

"Apparently. Once he laid eyes on his kids, he realized how much he still loved Izzie, and, poof. He just drops everything to live on a farm, with chickens. He doesn't even like chickens."

"Babe." He chuckled.

Our bedroom door opened, the average sized dog, running in. He jumped on the bed, running all over Jackson while Rae giggled. JJ came in, marker all over his face.

"Raegan!" He yelled.

"Out!" I told the dog.

He whined, slowly getting off the bed and laying on the floor. Jackson glared at the toddler in the doorway as she continued to giggle.

JJ grabbed the pineapple piece off my fork, putting it in his mouth and walking to the dresser. Rae hid her marker covered hands behind her back.

"Daddy's gonna take away your Waffle Wednesdays and I'm going to whoop your ass."

"No!"

"Give mama the markers." She shook her head.

"Go ahead." I held my hand out. She shook her head again.

"Kimora." He sternly said.

She frowned, dropping her head as she walked over and put the markers in my hand.

"Go wash your hands."

"Come here, big boy!" I exclaimed.

JJ giggled, running over and climbing on the bed. He plopped down, bouncing on Jackson's stomach. I grabbed the wipe, cleaning his face off.

"I'm going to assume that you tried to eat the markers." Jackson said to him. He looked at me, then back to Jackson and smiled.

"You're a lunatic."

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"I love you." I said, kissing the Avery.

He smiled, embracing me and kissing me back.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, Avery. I'm happy that you're not still a whore." He sighed, pulling away from me.

"You really know how to ruin the moment, babe."

"You think that was me ruining the moment?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

"Wait 'til I tell you that your baby is about to come out of me."

"What?" He moved, examining the bed.

"There's no liquid. Are you sure?"

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