‘Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetops,
When the wind blooows, the cradle will rock’
“Aiieeeechhhhkk”
“That’s right Prew.”
‘When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baaaaaaaby, cradle and all.’
“Oh, spit bubble.”
“Sshppepe”
“I know,” Luke nodded in understanding. “’s gross.” Luke stood up from the rocking chair, Prewitt cradled in his
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It seems that I'm a bit slow in finding this update, but better late than never, right? Lol!
It figures that you would post a new chapter when things were going crazy around here... Between working more hours, moving in with my boyfriend and finding out that I'm pregnant, you can imagine that it's been a little crazy.
I'm just glad that you finally posted a new chapter... and I certainly hope that things start going better for you!
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