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Play It Nice |@Mini

It had been a really long day. With the money Pip had won from a bet at a pub, he had paid a room in some small but decent motel for a week. The Liv topic was still rounding in his mind but he had been clever enough and mature enough to not call her or even text her. It was true he had to hide his phone at night or leave it uncharged so he wouldn't be tempted but whatever it had been, it had worked. Now, it had been a while since he last saw baby Grace and his cousin. He didn't know how the radiator had worked for Big Blue and since Alo had been so nice to him last time he went by the farm, he thought they could do the same again, less oil, more alcohol. Less arguing, more laughter. Less Liv, more... anything. 

Hating the road up to the cottage completely, Phillip made it to the grounds, walking with disgust through the dirt that could also be shite. He didn't see Alo's van but he swore he could hear noises coming from his place. He frowned and walked silently towards the shed and stopped at the door's frame. "Cousino? Are you in here? Rags? Baby Grace, did your father left you in here alone?! Grace? Uhm... I'm coming in..." Pip tried to open the door but it was locked. He tried a couple times but it wouldn't work so he looked over to the house. Now he was sweating. The simple thought of calling his aunt out scared him. He twisted a lock of hair and decided to try and open the door with a screw driver. Why was he carrying a screw driver? He had no idea.

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Alo: (Attached image a selfie of Alo, baby Grace and Grace)

Alo: Bumped into someone today.

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{Flash Foreward} Birthday Bash (Personal Para)

“Wake up!”

Alo opened his eyes; he had fallen asleep in his recliner. The world was fuzzy and a frizzy red head’s chin was on his chest. Her little hands were gripping his arm, but not cutting into it. She had a dainty grip but he knew if she got mad she could do some damage. She got that from her mother. She had a big smile, her hair was in pigtails but it was summer and that made her have frizzy wild hair. Plus she was probably chasing animals around the farm as Alo had napped.

“Where’s mum? Poppa, where’s mum?” she asked.

Alo rubbed his eyes and looked to the clock, he had realized he lost an hour of his day good thing his chores were done. He lifted his seven year old daughter with a quick scoop as he got up. He was holding her over his shoulder, she squealed and giggled. Playfully waving her arms and protesting to be put down.

“She went into town pumpkin,” he said as he spun her and himself.

Her squeal became a joyful scream and her giggle became a hearty laugh. The world was blurring as his feet moved in circles. He slowed down and she cried out for more, she wanted to be spun around and he couldn’t do it. He knew he would vom all over the living room. He didn’t have the money to get a carpet cleaner. So he placed his daughter down and went to one knee.

“You’re gonna be eight soon pumpkin, you’ve been taught to feed the chickens and well popp is getting old. You have to inherit the farm because you’re a grown woman now.”

“No, I’m not grown! I still wanna be spun around and finger paint,” she protested.

“Sorry kiddo, thems the rules. Soon you’ll be married and have kids and grow old and pass the farm on to your kids. And then they’ll do the same. I had fun being your dad but I’m retired now. Make sure to set your alarm really early. You have a big day ahead of you.” He grinned.

“Stop teasing me! If I don’t have my birthday then I’ll never be eight and I’ll be seven forever,” she said.

“Oh pumpkin, it’s not that easy plus your mum is already getting your cake and your mates. Your party is soon and I’m making tacos.” Alo said as he stood up.

“Please no poppa, get Nandos.”

“Why would you want chicken when we’re gonna have tacos?”

“Because your tacos taste funny, Nandos taste better.”

“Well, no tacos for you. More for poppa.”

“Birthday wish granted,” she said.

“Hey! I heard that, go wash behind your ears before your party. I see spuds!”

Grace ran off to the bathroom as Alo went to the kitchen. Soon the house would be full of kids, smelling of tacos (maybe,) and a big chocolate cake would be presented. This they made sure to buy, neither Alo ro Mini were bakers. But they bloody tried. He heard the door creak open, a few kids buzzed in and the noise increased but he did hear one voice cut through the cheers of the children.

“I brought Nandos.”

Well the nap was a good thing then, he would save the tacos for another night. He smiled as his wife walked in the door. He stepped around a few kids to help her with the bags. He heard Grace run to the kitchen cheering for Nandos. Looks like mum was the hero today, Alo kissed Mini and a few kids yelled ‘eww!’

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{Flash Forward} Roosters Don't Have Teeth (Personal Para)

“Wake up” “Wake UP” “WAKE up”

The image of the person was blurry; it was her father and he was wearing a big grin on his face. Grace looked over to see that it was five in the morning, the rooster hadn’t even crowed.

“Poppa,” she groaned.

“I made breakfast,” he said and her heart sank. Both her parents were so bad at cooking. She would visit Gammy Creevey for real food.

“Please no,” she whispered.

“We have a big day, first we eat and then you wash up. Don’t forget to clean behind your ears missy. I see spuds already and then we get eggs,” her father said.

Grace’s eyes lit up, she was never allowed to help with the chickens. Her dad always did everything and never had time to show her. But today was the day he would.

Alo had awaked extra early this morning; he had showered and made breakfast. He knew how to make waffles that didn’t taste like cardboard. It was a lot of other things he was bad at making. He had to admit; as they were turning golden he was starting to salivate. This made him more excited to wake her up and once he had made enough he ran to her room and awoke her.

Grace was sat at the table; her long ginger hair was a mess. She always had bed head and her hair was always knotted. Grace hated being brushed, she felt like her dog Peanut. She loved Peanut to death but didn’t like being groomed like him. So anytime her mother came at her with a comb or brush Grace ran for the trees. The farm had them everywhere and mum hated to climb them. Dad would calm mom down and soon pick Grace from the tree like she was an apple. Her half open eyes noticed the golden waffles and her nose deceived her, they smelled delicious.

“Eat up pumpkin, the chickens are hungry and we need to feed them.”

After a good breakfast, Alo had been rubbing his belly as he walked with his daughter to the coop. She held his hand like she could be blown away. Alo had always told her if the wind was strong enough it would take her away so she had to hold tight. He said this so she would hold his hand, her tiny hands gripped to his one hand that dangled as they walked. She was shaking with excitement, Grace always loved animals. It was why after the passing of Rags they got Peanut.

“OW!” she cried out, they had been feeding the chickens and the ornary rooster had pecked at her hand. It seemed to want more food.

“Poppa, he bit me!”

“Pumpkin, roosters don’t bite.”

“He bit and it hurt poppa!”

“Grace-y, he pecked you. Roosters don’t have teeth.”

“He hurt me poppa!”

“Come here,” Alo said as he swooped her up.

Alo held her like she was a baby; he remembered when she was just a blob that pooped a lot. He took her hand and kissed it. Than kissed again for good measure.

“Better? Come on, the cows need milking,” he said as he carried her from the coop.

“I can milk the cows, poppa?”

“No you can watch me do it. Don’t even try the face. You know I will ignore the face, you always try it and you think it works on me. No, stop it Grace. You’re too young to milk the cows, I’ll get mom out here to tell you if you keep that face up,” he said and she smiled. Maybe next time, she thought.

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Unadulterated Friendship | @Mini

Liv got out of the cab but hesitated before closing the door. Once again she found herself at the farm and she didn't really know why. She closed the door and watched as the cabbie drove off. There was no turning back now. She walked toward the cottage seeing someone inside. Liv stopped mid step and looked over her shoulder. She could always walk back to the city. It would take awhile for another cab to get here.

She rolled her eyes and continued toward the cottage. Liv paused at the wooden door looking around one more time. She knocked and took a deep breath. The door opened and she made a face.

"I uh, I think I left my jacket here somewhere after the party."

It was an excuse to see Mini. Liv could have cared less about whatever she'd left behind. She was too drunk to remember if she was even wearing a jacket or not. "Have you seen it?"