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A/N: New chapter! Yayayay! Enjoy. Thank you to all my magpies for everything you've done to keep my inspiration and encouraging me to write. You're all brilliant and I love you all. (P.S. Everything in brackets and italics (italics) are thoughts.)

*Rosalee's POV*

Mummy has me in her arms now and she's got the stingers out of my foot. She's crying and holding me, but I'm okay. I hug her and say "It okay, Mama. It okay."

Uncle Alfie asks "Trudes, shouldn't Rose be the one sobbing and you comforting her?"

I give him a dark look over Mummy's shoulder. Mummy manages to stop crying and laugh at Uncle Alfie's question. "Yeah, she's reversed the roles. But you know as well as I do what it's like when your kid gets hurt. It was just luck that I had a medical pack in my bag."

Luck, yeah, right. She's paranoid. She gets everything together and has a preparation for everything. But I'm not complaining, because she wouldn't be like my mummy if she wasn't. And I'd still have stingers in my foot. I cuddle in, enjoying her warmth. I love Mummy. I wouldn't trade her for the world. Auntie Willow says "You're a brilliant mother, Trudy. Rose is so lucky."

I know I am. "Mine," I warn her, holding Mummy protectively.

"Yes, yours, darling one."

Auntie Piper suddenly screams. We all look at her and Mummy asks "What is it, love?"

Uncle Ben looks worried. "Did you get hurt, Piper?"

"No, no, I got a text from Patricia! It's happening!"

What? Uncle Ben asks "What's happening?"

"Patricia's pregnant! They're going to have a baby!" Auntie Piper squeals.


And that was chapter nine. Hope this was good enough. THERE'S A PEDDIE BABY, PEOPLE! Thanks to all for the reviews and favourites and follows and for keeping this story alive. To SibunaMockingjay: Why, thank you. :) Hope your email gets sorted out soon. :)

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