What Pidge Finds

Pidge tries not to curse as a moth flies towards her face, following the light on her camcorder. Since Lance is currently droning on about the town, again, and she doesn't much care, she focuses all of her attention on silently hating the rude moth, until they all come to an abrupt stop in front of a tree.

"Here we have the hanging tree, a once popular spot of execution." Lance says and Keith looks it over, nodding.

"Yup, this is a solid hanging tree, even has a nice Tim Burton-y feel to it. 10/10 would hang my criminals here."

"It makes sense, it's a very sturdy tree." Shiro points out and Matt grins ear to ear.

"That bad boy is thicc." He laughs at his own joke before seeing the unimpressed stares.

Sometimes Pidge likes to pretend they aren't related.

Sometimes frequently.

"...You guys…?" Matt prompts and Pidge shakes her head.

"No. No. You need to stand there and think about what you just did."

"I'm just saying. I bet this bad boy has given a lot of shade in his time." Matt smirks and Lance actually snickers and Pidge wonders if Shiro would hold her recording equipment so she could kick his boyfriend's ass.

He absolutely would.

"I sure hope no one picnicked under this thing…" Hunk mutters, earning a soft smile from Lance.

"Of course they didn't, Hunk, they normally just left the body hanging there after, then buried them right under the tree. Not exactly the picnic atmosphere most go for."

"Wait, what?" Hunk gasps and Keith laughs a little.

"Such lazy murderers."

"It wasn't murder. It was justice." Lance offers and Keith raises a brow.

"What a bunch of lazy vigilante murderers." He smirks as Lance narrows his eyes.

"I hate that I can't argue that. So I'm going to ignore it," The younger man decides, motioning back to the tree, "and tell you more about this bad boy's history. It was the spot of more than just criminal hangings, it is believed the founder, Henry Wickenburg came out here and shot himself when he became sick and poor, what remains of his house is right over there."

Matt looks over to the rubble of the Wickenburg house, "Nice digs."

"Please shut up and let Lance talk about hanging more." Pidge groans and Lance laughs.

"It's said that around 18 people were hung between 1860 and 1900 for stealing...but more horrifying than the number is the way they went about the hangings. They would hang the man from the tree using a big rock, and when they pushed said rock away it would take between 2 minutes and 2 hours to die."

Keith winces, "Damn, no necks snapping, huh?"
"Nope, too low to the ground. They just struggled to keep on their tip toes and live until they finally lost the energy."

Well, I guess that's what happens when you steal."

Lance shakes his head, "I dunno man, if you're gonna hang someone you should at least have the decency to make it as quick as possible."

Keith shrugs, "You wanna dance with the devil, you gotta live with it when he dangles you from a tree for up to two hours."

Lance bursts out laughing, "That- really? So poetic, Keith, you should embroider that into a pillow."

"Maybe I will."

"He won't," Pidge pipes in, "He can't thread a needle to save his life and he definitely can't sew."

Keith rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath about traitorous gremlins as he walks around the tree to get to the Wickenburg...rubble. "When you really look at it, this tree kinda looks like it could come alive and kill you at any second, huh, Lance?" He teases and Lance just scoffs beside him.

"Like tha-" A bat flies past his head and Pidge is beyond grateful she not only got the footage of said bat, but Keith is currently getting footage of Lance's screaming face.

"It's just a bat, Lance, this is bat country."

"I don't care, I don't want them flying in my face!"

"Should have thought of that before you brought us to bat country."

Lance gives him a dirty look before grabbing his shoulder and pushing him forward until they are between the Wickenburg rubble and the hanging tree, "Alright, we're gonna try to communicate here."

Keith looks down at the rubble and laughs a little, "I love how his house was right next to the hanging tree."

Pidge snickers, "He probably had a nice couch set up by the window overlooking it and would just sip a cup of tea, watching them kick to their death, being all like 'that's what you get for messing with my shit.'"

Keith shrugs, "I have heard that payback is best served with warm tea."

Lance raises a brow, "You guys are fucked up." He shakes his head for a moment before pulling out the EVP, "Alright, if there's anyone here right now, whether it be someone who was hung here for stealing or Henry Wickenburg himself, show yourself." His eyes light up a little and he turns to Keith, "I actually feel a little brave right now."

"Excellent, use it. Give those ghosts a good talking to."

With more conviction, and far louder, Lance repeats himself, "Show yourself, ghosts! You cowards!" Almost immediately after saying it, Hunk stumbles into a branch and Lance's hand latches onto Keith's arm, "Oh, fuck, it was just Hunk. I immediately lost all courage as soon as I heard a noise." He says between laughs.

"Come on ghosts, you heard the guy. Don't be a bunch of cowards and show yourselves." Keith says, ignoring Lance's hand clearly tightening around his arm.

"H-hey now, didn't you hear me? No need to do anything, guys, bravery gone."

"Come on you scoundrels!"

Lance shoots him a dirty look, finally silencing Keith.

They all stand there for what feels like an eternity, waiting to see if anything happens.

AND RIGHT WHEN EVERYONE BEGINS TO LET THEIR GUARD DOWN-

Nothing fucking happens because ghosts aren't real.

Seriously.

Pidge does appreciate the historical significance of these places though, and if you think for a second while she films that she isn't looking over every inch of Henry's rubble you are a fucking idiot.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Lance resigns himself to the fact nothing is gonna happen and they get to leave the spot.

"This next spot we are heading to is supposed to be one of the most haunted areas-"

"You say that about virtually every spot." Keith points out, going ignored by Lance.

"-The school house, where the miners children learned. People have reported seeing a dark figure, and hearing children's laughter, and one person even said they were pushed," He once again ignores Keith as the latter begins to laugh, "There's said to be a mass grave of children nearby who died of the plague, lending to the spiritual presence in this area."

"So…" Keith says, looking to Lance, "What is the factual basis behind this 'plague'? What plague?"

"I don't know, there were no records-"

"Was it one of those plagues where the teacher just opens up her mouth and flies come out? I mean they say the teachers were more intense back in those days. Nobody did the homework last night? A plague on you all!"

Lance laughs and elbows a now grinning Keith, Pidge can't help but take a peek at Shiro during this and notice the almost tired expression (he totally fucking knows). "Shut up, it was a rumor."

"Awful lot of rumors going around."

"Look, people try to figure out what is causing all the activity in the school house and that's one of the theories."

Keith nods, "Uhuh, okay, so let me ask you...does this completely unverified, probably pulled out of someone's ass, rumor make you scared of this place?"

"Of-fucking-course it does! I'm scared to be anywhere in this place! I got scared by Hunk!" Lance points out.

"Yeah…" Keith turns to look at Hunk slowly, voice full of a level of done Pidge sadly understands, "Yeah, you did..."

"With that being said, let's head in I guess." Lance sighs, clearly nervous as they enter the large empty room with a chalkboard.

"This must be where they taught classes." Matt points out and Pidge scoffs.

"Nooooo, here? In this room with a chalkboard? Nonsense."

"Pidge." Shiro warns, using his patented Dad Tone™.

"Let's write something on the board." Hunk suggests, "Like rest in peace?"

"Or i bambini fantasma succhiano il culo." Pidge offers, making Matt and Keith snicker.

Shiro sighs, tiredly, "Pidge." He warns again.

"What? What did she say?" Lance asks and Keith looks at him with a grin.

"Ghost kids suck ass."

"PIDGE!" Lance and Hunk scream, absolutely appalled, and Pidge laughs harder.

"Oh wow, a piano!" Matt points out from the other side of a door in the room, he goes to touch a key but quickly stops himself, "No, scratch that, I don't need some shit like in The Haunting where a wire snaps and cuts my face…"

"Well, I mean, they wires don't snap when the ghost children have reportedly played it." Lance points out and Matt backs away quickly.

"Nope, no, don't want ghost cooties."

"Ghost cooties?" Shiro asks, amused.

"It's a thing, my dear Shiro. It's a thing."

"It's about as much of a thing as ghosts." Pidge chimes in and Matt nods.

"See? It's a thing."

"That's not-!" She begins, before quickly giving up with a loud groan.

Lance and Keith do their thing again, calling to the spirits to answer or show themselves, and surprise surprise, they spend another 20 minutes standing around a room in silence.

Granted, Pidge doesn't usually find this so tedious, but tonight for some reason she just feels like there's something more important she could be doing with her time.

Which, as far as she knows, isn't actually true.

All of her homework was done before break, she's on vacation time with work, and really the trip has been fun so far. Maybe it's because her brother is here, she feels like she should be spending quality time with him.

Instead of, you know, standing in silence with him and her dumb friends in the ruins of an old mining town.

Regardless, she keeps it all to herself as Lance leads them all to a back room, filled with rubble and-

"Oh, great, there's a dead bird in here." Lance deadpans, "I wonder how a dead bird got in here."

"Well," Keith begins, "It was probably a living bird when it came in. Unless, you know, the ghost kids wanted a pet, I guess, and just brought a dead bird inside."

"Ugh, it's eyes are gone." Matt cringes next to Shiro as Lance just looks at Keith like he wants to smack him.

So, you know, the way he normally looks at Keith during these things.

"Eyes don't really stay when you die." Keith points out before he notices the two closed doors against the wall, "Oh hey, some closets."

"Yeah, let's not fuck with those." Lance says and Keith shrugs.

"What would you do if I opened one and a ton of rattlesnakes came out?"

"I would leave your ass here so fast there would be a little puff of cartoon dust where I was standing."

Keith laughs a little, "I hope you have your running shoes on." He climbs over some debris and gets to the furthest door, "Are you ready?"

"Keith don-!" Lance is cut off by Keith slowly creaking the door open before looking back at him.

"It's a mattress. You look a little pale, want me to get it out so you can lie down for a minute?" Keith teases, earning a moment of silence where an odd sound comes through the room, making Lance, Matt, and Hunk scream.

Pidge sighs, she didn't exactly plan to have Hunk's strong arms wrapped around her head and Lance clinging to her arm, but here she fucking is. "Dude it was the wind."

"You guys have a serious wind problem." Keith points out, his eyes oh-so-subtly glancing over where Lance is clinging to Pidge. Like he's jealous. Really, though, he can take both of these scaredy cats, that would be fine. Pidge needs her personal space back.

""You just have to knock it every time, don't you? It's like, your life's mission." Lance grumbles and Keith shrugs.

"Not really, I mean I don't hear these sounds and immediately think 'yes another chance to shoot Lance's ideas down. I hear these sounds and, much like any other logical person, I make a connection to the actual thing it is."

"That sounded like a child, Keith!"

Keith nods, "Yes, yes, I remember fondly in kindergarten, doing roll call and having good old haaa call out his name." He says, repeating the wind sound again for emphasis.

"Words cannot describe how much I hate you right now."

"You're about to hate me even more, because," He gestures to the unopened door, "This one is all yours."

"No."

"Yes. You gotta. For your show."

Lance grumbles to himself in Spanish, and Pidge picks up a few choice words that make her snicker, before he meets up with Keith in front of the doors, "Fine, I'll open this one. It can't be that bad, since yours was just a mattress."

"Unless you picked the wrong one and there is some clown with a half melted face and axe in there." He teases and Lance repeats him in a mocking tone.

"Oh my god just open the door," Pidge groans, "Flirt later. I'm getting hungry."

"Huh," Hunk pulls away from her and gets his equipment focused again, "Me too, actually. Kind of feels like we've been here forever this time."

"Thank you." Pidge breathes and he just gives her a sympathetic smile as Lance nervously approaches the door. Finally, very jerkily and immediately jumping away after, Lance opens the door.

"Wow, a closet." Keith says, shining his flashlight in the empty space, "Who would have guessed?"

Finally they get to the fun part where yet again they go silent, turning the lights off. Again Lance calls for them to show themselves and again nothing happens.

Until about ten minutes in when they begin to hear a silent creaking from behind Keith.

"Is that...is the door behind you opening?" Lance asks, voice shaking.

"Sure sounds like it." Keith says, "Hey, ghost, if you're opening that door, feel free to take a second and tap on my shoulder, just let me know you're here."

"I-if you're opening that door," Lance begins, "Please swing it open, so we know for sure you're here."

"Yes, please do." Keith agrees.

There is no tap on the shoulder, or doors swinging open, but for the next ten minutes the door continues to slowly creak open, until Lance finally snaps and makes everyone turn on their light so they can get out. Honestly, Pidge is impressed he lasted that long.

"Okay, okay," Lance breathes shakily, "Let's, um, let's head to the bordello."

"Could we, um, take a minute?" Matt asks weakly and Lance quickly nods.

"Yes! Yes, let's take a minute."

So they do. They take a minute. Five of them, actually, to let these dorks calm down, and when they finally do Lance leads them over to the last stop before the actual mines; the bordello.

"Alright, this is the bordello suite." Lance says, leading Keith to the door, "This is where they went to get the old carrot waxed."

"That...can not possibly be a euphemism."

"Oh it is, their carrots were shiny."

Keith cringes, "Please no."

"Let's play a game of 'bury the corncob." Matt says helpfully and Lance laughs.

"Now you see it, now you don't!"

"Oh god, you are ruining vegetables for me." Keith groans as Lance heads inside.

"Ooohhh, I don't like it in here."

"NO!" The older boy gasps with so much sarcasm even Pidge is impressed, "But you get such a good feeling from all these places. Surely the best feeling place would the the bordello."

"I, no, I hate it in her-HOLY FUCK!" Lance yells, "MORE GODDAMN BATS!"

"It's your favorite!" Keith teases.

Lance takes a second to collect himself before speaking up, "Is anyone here? Henry…? I heard there was a woman who worked here named Rita, are you...um…"

"You wanna make some money, Rita?" Keith asks and Shiro gasps.

"Keith! I raised you better than to proposition a fucking ghost whore!"

"I don't know, all signs point to the contrary." Pidge teases, "He propositioned her pretty fast."

"Come on, I'm gay and she's been dead for ages. I'm simply offering some money if she shows up." Keith explains and Lance rolls his eyes before everyone falls silent.

"What?" A voice seemingly whispers and Lance looks at Keith.

"Did you….say something?"

"Hm? No, thought we were doing our quiet thing."

"I heard a 'what'." Lance says, growing nervous.

"Did you? I heard debris scraping against the floor."

"I..heard a 'what', too." Matt offers and Lance tenses up.

"Wh-why don't we just leave now?"

"...We are here to catch that kind of shit, though. You know that, right? I mean if there is actual evidence we can't just leave." Keith teases, obviously with Pidge on the not believing it was a voice.

"You heard that, Keith! I know you did!"

"Yeah, I heard shit get moved around when we walked. If you wanna call them out some more, though, by all means let's do it."

Lance glares at him, but clears his throat and speaks up, calling out to the ghosts to speak again. This time nothing happens even in Lance's opinion, so they finally head out to the mines.

"Ugh, like the bugs weren't terrible in town." Pidge grumbles and Keith laughs.

"These bats need to step up their game."

"This place is amazing…" Matt says, his eyes wandering past the gate in front of them to the old mines.

"Unfortunately, thanks to deterioration, the mines are no longer safe for entry. There is, however, one spot open to visitors, that serves as a massive tomb. " Lance explains, ushering everyone to a little side by side. "Lets go check it out."

Keith narrows his eyes at Lance as he gets in the driver seat, "Drive slowly in this thing."

"Okay grandma." Lance smirks, plopping down beside Keith in the front as everyone else piles into the back.

"I'm serious, Lance, this is a tiny vehicle with way too much weight on it. You topple us making a turn and there will be no more wondering if ghosts are real because I will murder your ass right fucking here." Keith warns, and Pidge notices his grip tighten on the side of the vehicle as Lance's smirk just grows.

Maybe...maybe she should walk this.

True to form, Lance jerks the fucking thing a few times, earning a couple of quiet gasps from Keith that Pidge is pretty sure she might have to deck Lance.

The stupid bitch needs to find a different way to flirt.

One that doesn't send her into Shiro's elbow.

They somehow get there in one piece, though, and after Shiro convinces Keith that murder isn't the answer, they start filming again.

"Now this beautiful spot you see here has an interesting, and unfortunate name," Lance begins, looking at Keith with a shit eating grin, "It's called the Glory hole."

"You're joking." Keith eyes the land suspiciously.

"What's wrong, Keith? Are you not enjoying the Glory Hole?" Lance asks with an innocent look as Keith chuckles under his breath, shaking his head most likely in disbelief that his life has come to discussing Glory Holes with his crush while hunting ghosts.

At least that's what Pidge would guess.

"Not really, I guess I just don't enjoy the Glory Hole as much as you." He finally says and Lance's whole face lights up, like he just won something.

"So why exactly is it named...that…?" Hunk asks hesitantly and Lance grins at him.

"It's because this land took a good ol' pounding." Matt says between giggles.

"It's where the men fucked the earth, hoping to impregnate it with gold, obviously." Pidge interrupts and Lance bursts out laughing.

"You're beautiful human beings, Holts."

"Thanks for noticing."Matt and Pidge reply in tandem as Lance works on calming himself down enough to speak again.

"This-the Glory Hole-" He giggles, "Is actually the site of a tragedy." As soon as the words are out, everyone bursts out laughing with him.

"T-tell me," Keith begins, clearing his throat a few times, "Tell me about this tragedy, Lance."

"In 1923, the cavern collapsed, after one of the stone support pillars was overmined for the valuable ores in it." Lance explains and Keith begins laughing again.

"They were mining the support beams?"

Lance just grins at him, clearly aware of how ridiculous it is, "Yep."

"Jesus."

"Anyways, back to being serious…" Shiro gives them both a look.

"Right…" Lance clears his throat, "The collapse killed seven miners and twelve burros, leaving their bodies trapped and undiscovered in the rubble. A former caretaker named Marty Hagan believes the collapse occurred because these miners were stealing, chipping away extra without regulation. He thinks that a big reason they were left in there was because they were thieves, and proper burial wasn't high priority."

Keith nods, "They do hate their thieves."

"Just imagine, where we are standing used to be underground mines, 13 miles of it." Matt says, looking around in awe, "And in one foul swoop it all came crashing down, killing those inside."

Hunk and Lance fall uncomfortably silent at the thought, until Pidge pulls them out of it.

"That being said, it's time for you dweebs to try and talk to the air." She says and Lance sighs.

"God, I can't believe I'm provoking these people…" He gets out the EVP and begins calling for the ghosts to respond. "You can move something, throw something…"

'A rock slide would be efficient." Keith offers, earning a look from Lance and Shiro.

"Rock slides are dangerous, Keith." Shiro scolds and Keith rolls his eyes, and suddenly Pidge feels like they're back in high school.

Only, you know, with more friends.

...And more fucking dirt and bugs.

"He's right, Keith, you don't wanna make a mess of the Glory Hole." Matt snickers and Shiro looks at his boyfriend in horror.

Lance tried hard not to laugh himself.

The fun dies back down to silence, though, and they all just fucking stand there again. With the bugs flying around.

Pidge might make it a rule these things have to be inside.

As they wait, Pidge notices something moving from the corner of her eye. Soon enough a strange noise is coming from it as well and she quickly dodges Hunk's frantic arms to go investigate.

"Oh shit, oh shit we really fucked up!" Lance begins panicking, "We pissed them off!"

Keith raises a brow, "You know sometimes I look at you and I think...this guy is gonna be teaching kids someday." He turns his attention to Pidge as she inches closer to the moving blob of darkness, "Be careful, though, it might have rabies."

"That's what you're worried about!?" Lance screams, earning a dark look from Pidge.

"What? You mean the totally logical thing to be worried about? Yeah, yes, that is what I'm worried about." Keith says as Pidge gets closer, finally able to figure out the strange noise.

It's whimpering.

She kneels down a few feet from the dark blob and calls for it, to her surprise the small creature comes hobbling over as quickly as it can. Using her camcorder's light she looks it over, "Guys it's a dog! A really..really dirty dog. Jesus, it's fur has so much caked on dirt…" Pidge mutters, running her hand through the grimy fur.

"Is it injured?" Keith asks, slowly coming up behind her to look at it.

"I'm not sure? It hobbled over, but I'm pretty sure that's because it's nails are super overgrown and it's hair is knotted together. Poor little thing, must have been abandoned." Pidge mutters before Keith pulls out a knife, causing her to immediately wrap her arms around the fluffy dirt blob and hold it protectively, "The fuck are you doin', boy?"

"I'm gonna cut out the knot I can see tying it's back legs together." Keith explains, like she's the crazy one for getting defensive when he pulls out a knife.

Which maybe she is, because she knows damn well he would never hurt a dog.

"Alright, be quick though, who knows how it will react." Pidge turns the dog over in her arms so it's stomach is facing Keith, who makes quick work of cutting the knots out that are essentially tying it to itself. As soon as he's finished, though, the dog wriggles out of Pidge's grasp and runs away.

"Shit!" Keith hisses, grabbing Pidge's arm and following it, everyone else quickly joining them.

The little blob of dirt darts through the Glory Hole (which will never not be funny, even when chasing a dog), like it knows the place by heart, before it finally stops next to an old mine opening, whimpering to Pidge and Keith.

"That must be where it's been living." Hunk says and Matt gasps.

"Do you think it has babies in there!?"

"No, the dog has a penis." Keith says calmly, "And he's very young, so I doubt he has babies. Something else must be in there." He explains, gesturing for everyone else to stay put while he gets his flashlight and moves closer to the entrance.

"...No one is gonna ask how he knows that?" Lance asks, looking around, "Seriously?"

"Some of his matts were down there, and Keith has always been in love with dogs, so I'm not entirely surprised he can get a basic idea of age, either." Pidge shrugs, "He gets super intense about shit he likes." She says, smirking at the oblivious Lance near her.

"I can hear you." Keith groans before moving inside the entrance a little, making sure the dog doesn't follow.

"Be careful!" Lance and Shiro call out in unison, matching looks of concern on their faces.

It's cute.

Good thing Hunk is still filming this.

"It's fine, I don't se-holy shit!" Keith yells, quickly jumping back and grabbing the dog, holding it close to himself. "There's a-!" He turns to Hunk, "Turn off the camera, there's a dead body in there!"

Shiro quickly pulls out his phone and calls the police as Hunk turns the last camera off.

"He looks like he's been dead a few weeks." Keith says and Lance raises a brow.

"Again, I must ask, how do you know this shit?"

"We are really big on horror movies," Pidge explains, "So we checked out rate of decomp when we were little to see how accurate movies are."

"Which is not at all." Keith adds and Pidge nods.

"Not. At. All."

Lance inches towards Hunk, "You guys...are creepy."

"We were weird kids." Keith admits, "Anyways, he's been dead a while, looks kind of like he was homeless…" He looks to the dog in his arms, trying to get to his deceased owner, "He's probably been waiting to find someone to save this man, being in such poor condition, though, he couldn't get far."

Lance, Hunk and Matt get teary eyed and crowd around Keith to hug the dog, but before Keith can make an escape the police pull up. They question the group about what they were doing, when they found the body, and collect their information in case they need to ask more questions.

"Oh, one final thing...the dog…?" An officer asks, "We can take it to the shelter in town-"

"We're taking it." Keith and Pidge answer immediately.

"It, um...I mean unless someone claims him. We'll take him." Pidge says and the cop shrugs.

"This man has no family, he was a local vagrant. The dog is all yours." He and his partner follow the undertaker as they head off with the body to the morgue.

"So….we have a dog…?" Keith looks to Pidge, who shrugs.

"Guess so."

"You technically found him, so I guess you can name him."

Pidge scoffs, "Like you had a choice." She looks at the dirty ball of fur in Keith's arms, it's bright hazel eyes looking up at her, "I'll name you...Rover."

Keith groans, "Seriously? Rover?"

Matt sighs, "Did you forget the hamster she had when she was a kid name Hammy?"

"Ugh, Pidge, why? Hasn't he already had a tough enough life?" Keith adds and Pidge ignores him.

"I wonder how old he is." She muses and Shiro places a hand on her shoulder.

"We'll get a better idea when we clean him up." He looks over to Lance, "Are we all set?"

The teenager just smiles, "Yeah, we hit all the places I wanted to. Besides, this poor puppy definitely takes priority." He smirks at Pidge, "Even if he does have a stupid fucking name."

"Wait…" Hunk frowns, "Does our hotel allow pets?"

Keith easily shoves the small dog in his hoodie, "What they don't know can't hurt them."

AN:

So...yeah. I'm really sorry it took so long, and that this chapter is kind of shit. I needed to get through this one to get to the one I wanted to do. Anyways, very sorry about how long it took. My mom stayed at my house for a while, so I didn't get the chance to touch this, then right after she left my friend's friend found abandoned kittens behind his house in the woods and I'm kind of the animal expert in town so I took them in to foster. They were 3 weeks old when I got them, I had them for 5 weeks, and they are now happy and healthy in their new home. (I am also a registered kitten foster mother with a local organization now, so that's cool. I'll be specializing in orphaned kittens) I couldn't write when I had them bc of the care they needed and then as they got older they were just super clingy lol. (My life is so chaotic oml) ANYWAYS I really hope it doesn't take 2 months to make a new chapter but I don't dare promise anything. Thank you all so much for your sweet comments and reviews and being so understanding about the long breaks. I'm so happy so many people enjoy this story and stick around through my bullshit.