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Crossing Boundaries for You	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 12499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 20
- 21
- 22
Author's note: Well, this chapter turned out quite a bit longer than I intended to, but I figured you'd prefer no cliffhanger this time LOL Consider the absence of a cliffhanger as my holiday gift for you guys :P
More serious now: I hope I didn't screw up too badly near the end of the chapter; I had to finish this chapter today, because I've had some slight issues, and so I hope the scene isn't as screwed up as I fear it is ...
Thanks to the following reviewer: Syzygy_Mackle
Warnings: Naruto's insecurities; smidgen of angst; start of a panic attack
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 21
There was a hand stroking his hair gently when he resurfaced from the darkness. He blinked, confused for a moment as to where he was, and he started tensing up, his arm slipping around his belly, until his eyes fell on familiar dark red pyjama trousers and he relaxed again.
"You back again?" Gaara's chest vibrated against his ear and Naruto flushed when he realised that he had fallen asleep practically snuggled against his friend, with his head on his chest.
God, how long had he been out? His eyes felt heavy, gritty, and he rubbed slowly over them as he sat up. Gaara's hand slid out of his hair and landed in his neck, resting there.
"Sorry," Naruto muttered, voice raw and he cleared his throat. "How long was I out?"
Gaara stood up and disappeared into the kitchen silently. There was the sound of a glass being put down on the counter, followed by that of a bottle being uncapped. The red haired man appeared swiftly near the couch again, holding out a glass with water to the blond.
"Thanks," Naruto smiled weakly, holding the glass with two hands to drink from it. He still felt rather shaky and he'd rather not spill everything on himself and the couch.
Gaara took the empty glass from him before he could even lean over to put it on the table. The glass was discarded there and his friend sank back down on the couch, supporting his head with his hand, as he leant his elbow against the back of the couch.
"You were out for two hours," he eventually replied, pulling up his left leg and bending it to put his foot on the couch.
The circles around his eyes were more pronounced than usual and guilt hit Naruto like a sledgehammer when he understood that he had interrupted Gaara right before the man could get some decent sleep. God, he sucked as a friend.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled ashamed, staring down at the way his fingers were fiddling with a loose thread of his blue shirt. "I didn't mean to keep you from your sleep."
Gaara shrugged unconcerned. "I'm tired enough that I can crash later," he said calmly. "You're more important than sleep; you know that."
"Doesn't make this any less embarrassing," Naruto muttered, rubbing both hands over his face.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like crap," Naruto said bluntly, looking at his friend tiredly. He grimaced and added bitterly, "And like such a big idiot. You can say it, you know. That you told me so."
"I won't, Naruto," Gaara said quietly. "You can't help how you feel."
"Yeah, but you and everyone else warned me about this. I was just too stupid to take your warnings seriously," the blond retorted thickly, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I – I just don't know what to do now, Gaara. I just don't know."
He had fled the house after his call with Sakura – after the call in which he realised that he wasn't ready to give up his baby after all. It was a horrible realisation, because he had sworn from the start that he wouldn't become attached to the little being growing inside of him. Somehow, somewhere along the way, however, something in him had shifted and he had started to think of the baby as his. Hearing Sakura call the baby 'her son' had … made him incredibly angry, feeling as if she was trespassing, taking from him what didn't belong to her.
If he had thought things had become complicated with him and Sasuke sneaking around, then situation now had become ten times more fucked up. What the hell was he going to do now?
"I'm scared, Gaara," he admitted in a whisper, wrapping his arms around his bulging stomach. His son – he gave up on trying to distance himself from him, because clearly that ship had sailed long ago – fussed around gently inside his belly, pushing with his little fists.
A pale hand entered his vision and fingers – stained with blue ink – wrapped around his. "I can't really help you with this, Naruto. You need to figure out what you want to do now. My advice, though? Talk with Uchiha. Clear the air between the two of you and get some real answers. Because now it's no longer just about the two of you, but the three of you," Gaara murmured; his green eyes soft.
"I know," Naruto sighed, thumping his head against the back of the couch. He worried his lower lip between his teeth and haltingly went on, "It's just … What if I fuck up as a dad? I've never had any parents; sure, I have Iruka-sensei and the pervert, but that's not the same. God, what the hell am I thinking, wanting to raise this baby?" Panic hooked its claws in him, squeezing his lungs tightly together and he started breathing quicker, shallower; dark spots appearing at the edge of his vision as he stared unseeingly at the table in front of him.
Why had he thought he could do this? Of course he couldn't do this! What did he know about raising children anyway? He had grown up without a family and Iruka's presence later on in his life couldn't erase that glaring absence of parental love when he was still just a kid. There were so many ways he could fuck up as a father – he couldn't do that to his baby, couldn't fuck up his life. That wouldn't be fair to him. Maybe he should just give up the baby and Sasuke all together? Then their baby would have a chance at a decent life, which he wouldn't have with …
Hands were suddenly gripping his cheeks firmly and he reared back in shock when deep green eyes filled his vision.
"Naruto, breathe," Gaara barked; a heavy frown cleaving his forehead in two. His hands remained cupping Naruto's cheeks as he instructed him to breathe in deeply, hold it for four seconds, and then release it again slowly; doing the breathing exercises himself to give Naruto something to focus on.
Once the red haired man was certain his friend was no longer on the verge of having a panic attack, he slowly lowered his hands and leant back against the couch. "Better?" he inquired; his eyes glinting with concern.
"A bit," Naruto muttered, tugging at his hair before dropping his hand on top of his belly. It seemed like today was one in which he humiliated himself in all kinds of ways.
"Listen to me, Naruto," Gaara said and his solemn voice made Naruto look up at him. "You're going to be an amazing dad."
Naruto started shaking his head, but Gaara continued stubbornly, "No, really. Any kid would be lucky to have you as their dad. That little boy here," he put his hand on the right side of Naruto's belly and was rewarded with a soft kick, "is going to be the happiest boy in the world, no doubt about that. Because you love him and that's all that matters."
"Thanks," Naruto said in a small voice, hastily wiping away some hot tears clinging to his lower eyelashes. Would his love really be enough? There were so many ways in which he could fuck up …
"Hey, it's going to be fine," Gaara murmured and his hand slipped around Naruto's again, squeezing it reassuringly. "You still have me, Uchiha, and your other friends to help you. You're not alone in this."
Naruto smiled weakly, but felt strengthened by Gaara's unwavering trust and his fingers tightened around Gaara's in response. Maybe he wouldn't fuck up too badly after all. At least he would have his friends to count on.
The week that followed after his enlightening call with Sakura had him trying to figure out just how he was going to tell Sasuke he wanted to keep their baby. Since they started their thing together, they hadn't discussed the baby like that and Naruto wondered whether it had been implied that they would raise the baby together. He couldn't bank on implications, though; he would need to really discuss this with Sasuke, get everything in the open, but the prospect of that particular discussion had him jittery with nerves.
He didn't think Sasuke would react badly – after all, he was the one who had wanted this baby in the first place, but would he want to raise the baby with Naruto? What if he thought that Naruto was good enough as his lover, but not as the actual parent to his child?
That particular thought had him hiding in his classroom for more than an hour on Tuesday, trying to calm himself down before he started panicking again.
Sasuke texted him a couple of times throughout the week, asking if he could meet up. Naruto declined every time, claiming he had too many meetings. While that wasn't a lie – Jiraiya had him meet with a couple of potential replacements for him to give his opinion – it was also an excuse. He was still trying to figure out how exactly he would inform Sasuke of his decision and he didn't want to do that rushed during one of their lunch breaks. Depending on Sasuke's answer, he might be in need of a few hours alone and he wouldn't have that if he had to go back to his classroom after their meeting.
How had his life turned into such a mess?
"Any plans for this weekend?" Deidara asked him on Friday evening after they had just finished doing the dishes.
Naruto dried his hands off at the towel – it had been his turn to do the washing part – and cocked his head. "Hm, not really. I was thinking I could - "
Before he could finish his sentence, his phone started vibrating in his pocket and he fumbled a bit to retrieve it. With a start he realised Sasuke was calling him and he accepted the call before he could think twice about it. "Yeah?"
"Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?" Sasuke asked without preamble, forgoing the actual greeting.
Naruto blinked and leant back against the sink; slightly taken off guard by the unexpected question. "Eh, no, not really. Maybe doing a bit of reading, but nothing concrete," he replied and watched how Deidara put the last pan away, careful not to make any loud noises. The older blond straightened back up and jerked his thumb in the direction of the living room. Naruto nodded his understanding and Deidara smiled before leaving the kitchen, joining his fiancé in front of the television.
"Do you want to go to the cabin tomorrow with me?" Sasuke inquired and there was the background noise of typing.
Is he still at work?, Naruto wondered surprised, casting a quick glance at the clock of the microwave. Half past eight. Sasuke usually didn't stay that late at work on Friday. Then the request completely registered in his mind and his eyes widened. The cabin referred to the one near a small lake, which was a two hour drive from the town. It was private property of the Uchiha and Sasuke, Naruto and Sakura had spent many summers there, making long walks, tanning and swimming in the crystal clear water. Naruto had many fond memories of that place there, but it had been a couple of years since they last visited the cabin.
With the warm weather now, a quick dip in that cool lake sounded rather amazing actually …
"Yeah, sounds fun," Naruto smiled, cupping his stomach when the baby kicked. "When do you want to leave?"
"I'll pick you up at eight. We'll still have plenty of time then at the lake before we have to go back," Sasuke replied.
"Sounds good to me. Will, eh, will Sakura-chan be there too?" Naruto asked and winced, feeling rather awkward.
There was a pause and the dark haired man sounded slightly off when he replied, "No, she's not joining us. I'll see you tomorrow, Naruto."
"Ah yes, see you tomorrow," Naruto said, but before he could say anything, the other man hung up the phone.
The pregnant man lowered his phone and stared at it with a frown as he contemplated the weird tone in his friend's voice. Trouble at work?
Or at home?
"Who was it, un?" Deidara asked curiously when Naruto sat down next to him in the couch.
They were watching some kind of game show, Naruto noticed; the bright colours of the studio's décor almost hurting his eyes.
"Oh, it was Sasuke," Naruto answered, fiddling with his phone some more before he slipped it back into his pocket. "We're going to the cabin tomorrow."
"Haruno-san too?" Itachi inquired; his hand resting idly near his half empty wineglass.
"Eh no, she's apparently not coming with us," Naruto mumbled and kept his eyes trained on the television, where the team with the blue shirts was discussing an answer.
"Have fun," Itachi murmured, reclining back into the couch.
Naruto absolutely refused to contemplate what the odd tone in Itachi's voice was about. One Uchiha acting strange was more than enough for him.
"Ready to go?" Sasuke asked when Naruto closed the door behind him. The dark haired man was leaning against his car; his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Despite the early hour the sun was already shining brightly, quickly warming up everything it touched with its rays.
Naruto was glad he had decided to wear one of his thinnest T-shirts – which coincidentally was an old one of Sasuke's he had confiscated a few years ago and which now just barely fit him with his belly, but whatever. At least he wouldn't get fried in this shirt.
He nodded and held up the cooler with a grin. "Got our food and everything," he announced and squawked when Sasuke crossed the distance between them to take the light green box from him.
"Let me carry that," Sasuke clucked his tongue, his other free hand brushing softly against Naruto's stomach.
"I can carry that too, you know," Naruto complained but followed his friend to his car. As Sasuke stashed the cooler in the boot, Naruto stepped into the car and was instantly greeted by a blast of cold air. He fiddled with the air-conditioning a bit, adjusting it so and so, until he was happy with how the cold air hit his neck and chest.
He looked up when the door of the driver's side opened, Sasuke slipping behind the wheel smoothly. Dark eyes met blue ones and a faint smile curled up the corners of Sasuke's mouth. "Hey," he murmured, before leaning towards the blond and pecking him on his lips.
"Hey," Naruto returned; his voice slightly higher than intended.
"How are you two doing?" Another peck, this time lingering a bit longer, and then Sasuke pulled back, starting the car.
"We're fine," Naruto smiled; his hands cupping his belly automatically now. The baby was calm for now, only slightly fussing around, and Naruto hoped he would avoid kicking his bladder until they were at the cabin.
They had been driving for nearly half an hour, mostly discussing the candidates for Naruto's position as teacher, when Naruto tentatively asked, "So, eh, not that I'm complaining, but – is there a reason why it's only the two of us?"
To be honest Naruto wasn't that disappointed that Sakura wasn't joining them. It was ugly of him, especially given what he was doing with her husband, but he could just imagine the awkwardness that would hang between them for the entire trip and he was relieved he wouldn't have to deal with that today. He knew he – they – couldn't keep delaying talking to Sakura about it, but for now he just …
He just wanted to pretend everything was fine and enjoy his trip with Sasuke.
Hands tightened around the steering wheel and the pregnant man winced, opening his mouth to apologise, when Sasuke replied flatly, "She's visiting her parents for the entire day. She might spend the night there, but she wasn't sure about it."
"Oh." Naruto blinked surprised. Sakura's parents lived quite far away; they had moved to another city a couple of years ago and if they wanted to visit each other, they had a three hour drive to shoulder through – if traffic wasn't horrible at least. It was why Sakura's visits with them was usually kept to once every few months, both because of the long distance and her hectic work schedule. She did call them often to breach the distance somewhat, though.
Sakura visiting her parents wasn't that out of the ordinary – especially given how long ago her last visit had been – but what was remarkable now was the fact that she had gone alone. Ever since they got married, Sakura had insisted that Sasuke join her when she visited her parents; that she had gone alone now was quite strange.
Then there was that odd infliction in Sasuke's voice when he had answered. An outsider wouldn't have taken notice of it, but Naruto knew Sasuke long enough to have deciphered all the little inflictions and minuscule facial movements of the older man, which let the blond know exactly what his friend was really feeling at that moment.
"Is – did something happen? Between the two of you?" Naruto asked haltingly, not sure whether he wanted to know the answer.
Sasuke didn't answer for a long time. They passed several streets, two crossroads and waited before two red lights before leaving the town behind them, joining others on the highway. Naruto gave up waiting for an answer – perhaps that question hadn't been really an appropriate one to ask, he thought with a wince – and tried to decide on another subject, a safer topic they could talk about without stumbling over dangerous hurdles in the form of almost ex-wives.
Before he could find a safe conversation topic, though, Sasuke replied, grimacing, "I've been hinting for a while now that we should talk about our marriage contract, but she either doesn't understand my hints or refuses to. I told her on Thursday that we should discuss the contract again this weekend, but she didn't say anything about it. I figured she was okay with it, but yesterday she called me during lunch to tell me that she's visiting her parents this weekend."
Naruto gnawed on his lower lip, rubbing over his bare right arm. "Do you – think she's avoiding talking about it or is her trip just a coincidence?"
"Considering I told her I wanted to discuss the contract, I doubt it's a coincidence," Sasuke said, glowering. "She's being stubborn now, but she can't get away with avoiding this forever."
"Do you think she knows you want to break off the marriage?" Naruto questioned and couldn't help but hold his breath; his heartbeat quickening, feeling inexplicably nervous.
"I don't know. Maybe she has a feeling," Sasuke sighed, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "Maybe she really is that oblivious after all. Doesn't matter. She can't avoid me forever."
Against his will, relief filled him at Sasuke's words. A small part of him – the dark part which stored all his insecurities – had still feared that Sasuke hadn't been serious about them after all. That he would grow bored of Naruto eventually and decide that his marriage was better than being with him.
He wasn't proud of that part, but he couldn't really help having it either. Hearing Sasuke confirm he was working on the break-up, though, settled his nerves somewhat.
"Enough about that," Sasuke said abruptly and before Naruto could react, pale, slender fingers curled around his own, linking their hands together. They rested against his belly on his thigh. "Itachi told me you still haven't decided when to take up your pregnancy leave. You're not going to wait until the last minute, right?" Dark eyes narrowed slightly, throwing him a warning look before they focused back on the lane in front of them.
"It's not like teaching is that exhausting or dangerous," Naruto scoffed, rolling his eyes; preparing himself for yet another argument about it. Really, were all Uchiha like that?
Although the banter was kept light for the remainder of the trip, the issue about the baby lingered in the back of his mind, casting a shadow over what should be an enjoyable day out.
He wouldn't talk about it now, though. Not yet, not when they were still in the car. At the cabin, he decided, curling his fingers tighter around Sasuke's.
The water, colder than the warm air by several degrees, lapped gently at his legs. Ripples disturbed the smooth surface when he slowly moved his legs back and forth. It was just after lunch and the sun was burning brightly right above the lake, causing the water to glitter and sparkle.
Naruto was sitting on the small, wooden dock, enjoying the cool shade the tall trees provided. He was dressed in only a pair of bright orange swimming trunks, which had white swirls dotting the leg portion of the cloth. The swimming trunks were used more as a way to cool down than to actual swim; he didn't trust himself to keep upright in the water and not accidentally topple over like a freaking turtle.
Soft footsteps padded towards him, treading quietly on the wet wooden planks. A smile bloomed across Naruto's lips before he could stop it when a warm body sat down directly behind him. Strong legs caged in his own, feet dipping into the water, brushing against Naruto's, as arms linked around his stomach; thumbs rubbing soothing circles across his skin. There were faint stretchmarks crisscrossing his lower stomach like a spider's web and he did his best not to feel self-conscious when hands caressed that particular part of his belly.
"You've been rather quiet," Sasuke remarked; curiosity an undertone in his voice.
Naruto scoffed. "I'm not allowed to be quiet?" he questioned offended.
"Not this quiet," the older man insisted. "This quiet means you're brooding about something. So what's on your mind?"
Naruto shut his mouth with a 'click'. Right, he sometimes forgot that Sasuke could read him just as well as he could read the dark haired man. Well, he wouldn't get a better opening than this, right? He just had to go for it, get everything in the open now, before he got in too deep.
But when he licked his lips and opened his mouth, his courage abruptly left him, nerves taking over and he blurted out, "It's Iruka-sensei's birthday next week; you want to celebrate it with us?"
He felt Sasuke startle before the man pressed his bare chest closer against Naruto's back. He answered slowly, "Sure. Like I do every year."
"That's good," Naruto nodded; twisting the white strings of his swimming trunks around his fingers.
The man behind him heaved a sigh. "But that's not what's bothering you."
"Nothing's bothering me!"
"Uhuh, and my brother is not head over heels for Deidara," Sasuke retorted unimpressed. "Come on, fess up before you hurt your brain too much."
"Bastard," the blond muttered petulantly, slapping Sasuke's arm for good measure.
Lips kissed the junction between his neck and right shoulder and Naruto's breath hitched. "Naruto, tell me what's wrong," Sasuke said softly; black strands tickling Naruto's shoulder when Sasuke rested his head in Naruto's neck.
Naruto had always been weak against that particular tone and he slumped against Sasuke, feeling his arms tightening carefully around his belly. It would be stupid to keep denying it and it was beyond time they discussed this. He could only pray that Sasuke wouldn't react too badly.
"I, eh, I got a call from Sakura-chan last week," he started, pursing his lips.
Sasuke stiffened behind him slightly. "Anything in particular she wanted?" he asked; his voice disturbingly flat.
The blond man shook his head, rubbing his thumb over Sasuke's right wrist slowly. "No, just that she had made an appointment with baa-chan next month."
"Yeah, I know. She called me about that too, not even asking whether I didn't have any appointments already," Sasuke grunting, slightly annoyed.
"Do you have an appointment then?"
"Nearly scheduled one, yes, a meeting with the board, but I could push that one back until a couple of hours later," Sasuke sighed. "Still would have appreciated her asking me first whether I was available or not."
Naruto hummed his agreement; he had been just as annoyed with the pink haired woman. He was looking forward to seeing his baby on the screen again, but it didn't feel right that she had just made the decision for him instead of consulting him first.
Then again, a dark, poisonous voice in the back of his mind piped up, why would she consult you first when you're supposed to just carry the baby? As far as she's concerned, you're just the vessel for the baby she considers hers.
She doesn't consider me as just a vessel, he argued back, but he couldn't help but remember how she had called his son 'hers' and how her concern about his work had been more for the baby's sake than his.
But wasn't that normal for someone in her position?
"Naruto? That's not really what's bothering you, right?" Sasuke broke through his thoughts, sounding pensively.
"No, no, it isn't," he admitted lowly. Guilt and shame simmered lowly in his stomach when he confessed, "She called the baby her son and I - "
Some birds chittered loudly in one of the trees nearby, rustling the leaves violently. Some green leaves broke off and danced leisurely downwards, floating above the water before landing gracefully on it, sending tiny ripples throughout the clear water.
His voice seemed to echo over the lake when he said, "I almost corrected her. I almost told her she didn't have the right to call my son hers." His voice became choked at the end; a lump forming in his throat, blocking it.
"Naruto?"
Taking a deep breath – not that it helped much with the lump in his throat – Naruto twisted around, forcing himself to face Sasuke. When he dared to look up, he stared right into astonished, dark eyes. "I know I said I would give up the baby as soon as he's born, but Sasuke – I can't. I – I can't give up my baby. I'm – I'm sorry, but I just c-can't. I want to keep him and I know that's not what you were planning for when you started this, but," Naruto babbled; his vision becoming blurry all of a sudden.
Why was he suddenly having trouble seeing Sasuke clearly? It wasn't raining, so why …
Oh, he realised numbly when something hot slid down his cheek, plopping on his chest, I'm crying.
Hands left his belly and for one heart stopping moment Naruto was afraid Sasuke would leave him, but before he could clamp his own hands down around Sasuke's wrists, hands cupped his cheeks, lifting his head up so dark eyes could meet watery blue ones, and when had he started looking down?
"You idiot, of course we're going to raise our baby together," Sasuke sighed; his thumbs caressing Naruto's tears away carefully.
"What?" Naruto could only gape at him dumbly.
"I mean, I wasn't sure what you wanted and if you hadn't wanted to keep the baby after all, we would have had to find another solution, but I'm glad you want to keep the baby," the dark haired man said pensively. "I figured the whole keeping the baby thing had been implied already when I asked you out."
"You mean it?" Naruto asked astonished; hands shooting up to grab Sasuke's arms tightly.
The other man cocked his head. "Of course I mean it. Were you afraid that I wouldn't want to raise our son with you?"
How Sasuke could pinpoint his worries and fears so exactly was something he probably would never manage to figure out. "I just – I know I'm not the most ideal person to raise children with," he started in a small voice and gasped when lips suddenly pressed harshly against his, cutting off the rest of his self-deprecating answer. Before he could return the heated kiss, however, the older man had already pulled back to glare at him.
"Stop being so stupid!" Sasuke demanded; his hands slipping down to clamp around the blond's shoulders. "If one of us is going to nail this whole parenting thing perfectly, it's going to be you, okay? You're practically cut out to be a father!"
"But I don't know how to do the whole parenting thing, I grew up without parents, and, and it's not like I'm making that much money," Naruto blurted out, but hope was already blooming in his chest.
Sasuke scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "You think I had such a wonderful example?" His lips curled up in a sneer before his features softened again. "Money isn't everything, Naruto. Love is more important than that and I know our son isn't going to be deprived of that. Not from me, not from you. Our son is going to grow up, knowing how much we love him."
The blond's cheeks coloured a fierce red; the heat they exuded rivalling that of the sun it seemed, but …
He was happy.
"Thank you, Sasuke," he smiled watery, wiping away the last stray tears, feeling slightly ridiculous for crying about this. God, he hated these pregnancy hormones for fucking up his moods.
"What are you thanking me for, idiot?" Sasuke sighed, shaking his head, but he was smiling faintly. Running fingers through blond locks, he brought their mouths together for a soft, tender kiss. "Everything is going to be fine, I promise. You, me, our baby – we're going to be a family together. I'll make sure of that."
Cerulean blue eyes locked onto piercing dark ones and Naruto believed him. They were going to be fine; they were going to be a family, no matter how unconventional they had started out.
Naruto closed his eyes and rested his head against Sasuke's shoulder, feeling arms slip around his back. The sun was shining brightly and a breeze made the leaves sing while their baby tumbled and fussed around in his stomach.
Everything would be all right. One way or the other, they would make everything right.
Today, though, today he was just going to enjoy the time he had with Sasuke at this lake, far away from the issues they had left behind in the town.
AN2: You don't want to know how many times I've rewritten this last scene *sweatdrops* I hope it didn't came across as too rushed or you know, bad *grimaces* I did my best, so I hope I didn't screw up too badly *winces*.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me. The next chapter will be posted on the 12th of January!
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter and I wish you all a happy New Year's!
Cuddles
Melissa
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