My life was full as some would put it, all my toes and fingers and one (so-called) loving parent, it was filled to the brim for the spoiled little princess that I always was and will never not be.
But from the start it was missing the most important thing that we crave more then anything, free will.
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He, one of the twelve (that I fit into like the final missing crooked puzzle piece), looked down at me and said 'You'll do.'
The sassy girl that I never stopped being should have nipped him on the nose (like the very bad boy he was) and said 'You won't' but the caged animal for these many years just feel into place right behind her leader and her mate.
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"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?"
The first breathing thing that I loved more then myself wasn't the man that I sleep beside every night after the blood spills and the world bows to us (twelve, familiar and hated faces), no it was him.
Him with a head full of 'mommies' curls and 'daddies' eyes that are filled with too much innocence for the spawn of such 'villains'.
"Soon baby, he's still at work and he won't be back for a long time but don't you worry pumpkin he wouldn't miss it for the whole world (which at the moment he is trying to get)."
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His eyes didn't light up like the twinkling Christmas lights that surrounded us (yes we still celebrate Christmas between ruling the world and have our mischievous fun) nor did he jump up on his heels sounding 'I'm going to be a father!'.
But the news of the newest addition to the twelve brought about a different side to the man who with a sneer choose the last of litter of women or as he called it 'damaged goods' .
It let lose a calmer more Gabriel Gray side to this man I called with a cringe 'husband' and now 'father'.
"Tha-that's perfect."
And without knowing it yet it was truly perfect, the cherry on top and it seemed to fall into place one crooked puzzle piece at a time.