Now your mess is mine

Shaye was completely determined that she be called their sister, and really Rhythm wished that they really could be. While Motif was Shaye's mother sometimes it really seemed like the tall girl belonged to Rhythm all along. "Alright, sister." she'd give in as she nuzzled Shaye even further. These were going to be very special babies and she couldn't wait to meet them. The girl's questions didn't let up, she guess right about the first one the second one startled her a little bit. Skimming the first question, which was more like a confirmation anyway. "Mhm," Her face turned more serious though, "Well first, you've got to be older." Shaye was too young to be thinking of boys.. right? She wasn't even two yet! Hopefully she'd at least partly believe her statement. "But, I got butterflies in my tummy, I couldn't stop thinking about him, and I just wanted to take a nap in his fuzzy coat." She'd try to be silly when the topic really was serious, she didn't know where it was going but she'd most certainly try and dissuade Shaye from falling in love yet.
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