Ok so I'm just saying this so I won't be deleted. I don't own Despicable Me or any of the characters, except for the ones I have made up. I however think that Margo is eleven in this story, Edith is eight and a half, whilst Agnes in three. So enjoy and when your finished, review? Please?

Jaime waited pateintly outside of the operating room in the hospital. He was nervous of course, Edith tugged on his jacket.

"Daddy is mommy ok? She's been in there for a while." Edith asked, while fixing her short blonde hair. Edith was only five years old, and her older sister, Margo was eight years old.

"I'm not sure honey," he replied with his New Jersey accent. He had no way on how to tell his two-soon-to-be third half child. You see Jaime Salse could never make a baby with Christine Renaldo. He couldn't. His doctor even told him when he was young that there would be no way possible of him ever making a baby. Yes, he fathered the two girls but he was not the father. Christine wanted a baby so badly. So when he told her about the fact that he couldn't make a baby, she was saddened.

So she got a surrogate to help. Well this was the third time that the same guy helped. Christine had blonde hair, a heart-shaped face and her chocolate brown eyes. Well Edith got blonde hair and blue eyes from the surrogate. Margo inherited the heart shaped face and light brown eyes. I'm not sure what will happen to my next child, well half child.

"Jaime Salse, can you come in please?" a nurse said, snapping Jaime out of his daydream. He got up and told Margo and Edith to stay where they were. He walked into the room to see Christine to be holding a baby girl, with dark hair and dark brown eyes. She looked like an angel.

"I'm going to call her Agnes Marie." Christine said, "but you asked me to tell you who the father is. His name well he only goes by one. Gru."

"Intresting name." Jaime was sarcastic. He hated this Gru now.

"But Jaime, I just want to say one thing: I'm not going to make it." She said. She handed Jaime the child. "No, please Christine. Please! Stay with me!" She was fading, he grabbed her hand and held on. She however went to sleep. For good.

"Daddy, why is mommy sleeping?" Edith walked in. Jaime gulped not knowing what to tell his children. Jaime had heart problems and he felt his heart break as the love of his life was dead before him.

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Four Years after the Death of Christine.

Jaime was growing old and tired. Margo was only eight years old when he died from a heart attack, eleven months after Agnes was born. She believed him to be her full dad. She was upset when they put him in the ground. She knew he wasn't coming back. Right after the funeral, a lady who was somewhat overweight took her and her two sisters to Miss Hattie's Home For Girls.

They were rushed into a room. Three beds and one wardrobe.

Edith, before her father died was given a pink hat. Margo, a picture of her mother. Agnes was given nothing but a jar of glitter, Jaime knew how much she liked unicorns and sparkles. Thats probably the reason why she got a jar.

"Ok, well I think we should sleep in order of birth. So I'll sleep on the left side. Edith, you'll sleep in the middle," Margo said.

"Yea yea whatever." Edith said while adjusting her hat.

"Agnes, you'll sleep on the right side of Edith. Is that ok?" Margo continued on.

"Yes! I like that way!" Agnes said who was only one and a half. They went downstairs for dinner only to realize that Miss Hattie, only made bad potatoes and fishsticks. Meanwhile, she ate a full turkey dinner.

Life was unfair for the three sisters at the orphanage, never being adopted. Miss. Hattie always put them in the box of shame whenever they didn't reach they're 'qouta' like selling cookies were supposed to go to them anyway. Other girls were adopted at least once every two weeks.

Nobody adopted Agnes because of the over active imagination and simply they didn't want to tell her that unicorns did not exist.

No one adopted Edith because she always wanted to blow things up. And because of her hat, which was dirty by the time she turned eight. Of course it would be dirty. It's been four years in the orphanage.

And no one would adopt Margo, simply because they thought she would be trouble.