Aunt

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Tiffany looked at her younger sister, it had taken hours of pain and Anny might have broken her hand in the process, but she had done it.

She had given birth to a beautiful baby boy.

She watched as Tee used what looked like a tiny turkey baser (which he and Anny joked about being a small Canadian Squirt Gun) and got goop out of the little boy's face before handing the little squirt to his mother.

She watched warmly as her sister and her husband admired their child for a few minutes before Anny said, "Hey Aunt Tiffany, you wanna hold him?"

Tiffany stood there for a moment, then smiled,

"Sure, hand him over." She said, Tee carefully placed his son into her arms.

Tiffany admired the tiny creature in her arms and thought,

'Aunt Tiffany, huh? I like the sound of that.'

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Award

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Five year old Andy looked at his family's trophy case, and looked at his Dad's many Olympic gold medals in fencing and smiled as he put his small little league trophy next to it, feeling proud of himself.

One day he'd have a gold medal too, and when he got it, he'd put it right next to his dad's, but for now, this trophy was fine, after all, his dad's first trophy was the dance contest trophy that he won with his mom.

He just had to do it one award at a time.

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Pet

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Four year old Anny walked carefully to the car, where her sister was waiting for her, with the baggy that contained her new fish in her hands.

After spending the two dollars her mom had given her to spend on carnival games trying to win a fish and getting laughed at by some older boys, Tiffany had won the prettiest fish for her and then beat the boys up for picking on her little sister, shouting at them that if they ever picked on her again, they'd be sorry.

She hopped into the car and, to her surprise, her sister drove her to a pet shop and bought everything they'd need to take care of it.

When they got home, the two of them worked together to finish the tank and when it was time to put the fish in, Tiffany held Anny up while she carefully poured the fish into it's new home.

Anny looked up at her sister, "Thanks Tiffy." She said, truly grateful for her sister's help.

"Yeah, well, when I'm a pop star I won't have time to take care of our fish, so you'll have to take care of it on your own, okay?"

Anny lit up, "Okay! Don't you worry, Tiffy, I can do it!"

Tiffany smiled and ruffled her sister's hair, "I know you can."

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Flowers

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Fourteen year old Anny was walking to her locker to get her lunch and was looking forward to sitting with her best friends at lunch, as always. When she noticed that two of the older girls were pointing at her and giggling.

Anny turned away from them and did her best to ignore them as she opened her locker to retrieve her lunch.

"It's probably full of twinkies and pie!" one girl giggled.

"More like bacon and lard!" the other chuckled.

Anny frowned angrily as she quickly snatched up her lunch and dashed to the cafeteria.

It wasn't the first time someone had called her fat, she bit her lip to keep herself from crying, she didn't want to give those harpies the satisfaction that they had gotten to her, that their cruel taunts had made her feel unattractive and unwanted.

What Anny didn't know was that Tee had been around the corner and realized that she was upset and hurt.

Later, when Anny was grabbing her things from her locker to go home, she found a red rose in her locker with a note written in a scratchy handwriting,

'Their just jealous cause they still have to stuff their bras while you're all natural'

Anny laughed and smiled as she pocketed the note and tucked the flower behind her ear as she walked towards where she knew An and Double-N would be waiting for her, grateful to the guy who had gave her the flower.

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Jawbreakers

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Five year old Anny looked at her sister, who was swallowing the last of a jawbreaker as she came into the house.

"Hey Sis, why do you like jawbreakers so much?" she asked her.

Tiffany looked over at her sister, "Don't cha know? Jawbreakers are the best candy in the whole wide world!"

"Why's that?"

"Cause they taste sweeter when you're eating them with your best friends." Tiffany said with a smile.

Anny lowered her head, she didn't have any friends in general, the only other girls in the cul-de-sac were Karen, who was mean to her and always hung out with Nate, and Jenny, who always talked to a hunk of wood named Plankette and basically was a loner.

Tiffany realized her mistake and looked at her sympathetically, "Hey, don't worry about it, Anny. I heard that two new families are moving in soon, maybe you'll make a friend then." She said, trying to make her lonely little sister feel better.

Anny's lip quivered and her eyes began to water,

Karen, Jenny and Nate had all moved in that year, before then, everyone was closer to Tiffany's age, so Anny had always been stuck by herself, and although she did her best to hide it, she hated being alone. She wanted people around her to notice her and like her and she wanted everyone to be her friend, but she was alone.

Tiffany reached into her pockets and pulled out two jawbreakers, "Well, until you make friends, I'll eat jawbreakers with ya."

"But you said it only tastes better when you eat it with your best friends." Anny sniffled.

"Well, until ya find some friends of your own, I don't mind being your best friend." Tiffany said with a smile.

"Really?" Anny asked, her eyes wide with hope and gratitude.

Tiffany shoved a jawbreaker into her little sister's mouth and popped the other into her own, "Really." She said.

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Book

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Fourteen year old Tee looked from his Sex-Ed textbook to Anny and back again, he still couldn't believe that Anny had grown in so many fun ways in two brief months.

He glanced into his book, wondering if she would become even more curvy and wonderful. He flipped through the book until he got to a page about what happened to women when they got pregnant and an eager smile crawled up his face when he read how women became even curvier when pregnant to help with the baby.

Tee then quickly flipped back to the page he was supposed to be on, his face red, who was he, Larie? Why had he looked that up? He propped his elbow onto the table and held up his head and looked at the chalkboard, surprised to find the answer to his question was written up there;

'Hormones.'

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Clothes

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Anny was reading a magazine on her bed, waiting for Mia and Tia to finish the last of the detail work on the dress they made for her.

"Mom!" Mia cried.

"It's ready!" Tia said.

They handed her the dress and Anny put it on, the twins helped her with the zipper in the back and they walked to the mirror in the closet and Mia and Tia circled her to inspect their handiwork.

After three laps, they smiled, "Perfect!" they cried in unison.

Then they heard two male cries from down the hall, then they heard Andy shout, "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE PANTY STEALING SACKS OF SHIT!"

"Ugh, it's Calvin…" Mia moaned.

"And Noah again." Tia groaned.

Tee called into the room as he slipped his head inside, "Anny, Andy found them in the girls' room again, we'll have to get a new lock againnn…" he froze at the sight of her, his face quickly turning red.

Mia and Tia looked at their dad and smiled,

"We are good!" Mia cried.

"So good!" Tia agreed.

The twins then slipped out to watch Andy beat up the perverts while giggling at their dad's reaction to their mom in the clothes they made.

After Andy was done beating them up outside, the three of them walked into the house, only to hear banging and moans from upstairs. They then quickly walked back outside.

"They'll be at it for a while, wanna go to Selena's for lunch?" Andy asked his sisters, they smiled and nodded, silently proud that their work'd had such an effect on their parents.

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Grandma

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Jessica and Bethany stood in front of a wall of glass, staring at the same bundle wrapped in blue in the next room.

"I don't think I can do it." Bethany murmured.

"You'll be fine." Jessica said plainly with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"You don't understand, I can't be a grandma, I wasn't even a mother!" she cried. "I was never there for Tee. I don't know how to act with him, let along my grandson!

"Well, you called him your grandson." Jessica replied, then smiled at her and patted her on the shoulder, "That's a start."

Bethany looked nervously at the small bundle beyond the glass at a particular baby boy with a small bundle of red curls on the top of his head, a little blue sheet of paper in front of his little glass crib that read

'Andy Tee Kanker'

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