#older!layla

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"How do you think the family would take it if I wanted to move across the country?" — Layla to Mig

The cambion raised a brow but didn't seem upset by his sister's comment. "First off, why? And second, almost everyone in this family can literally go from point a to point b in a matter of seconds. So I really don't think there'd be much of an issue."

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Layla stepped over to her uncle Mare and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you, but today isn't your day. Can I talk to uncle Nate please?" She asked.

"I have a surprise for him for his birthday."

Mare smiled at Layla, but at the mention of Nate's birthday, he frowned, brow furrowing as the realization hit that he never even considered asking Nate about his life before or birthday.

"I…oh. Ok, gimme a sec."

Hey…Layla wants to talk to you.

Me?

Not you, jackass. She doesn't even know about you. Nate. It's his birthday apparently.

Rude.

What's today?

March 1st.

Oh. Yeah, that'd be my birthday.

Happy birthday then, take the driver's seat.

Why do you even celebrate birthdays? It's just a reminder of getting older.

Because we survived another year. And look forward to the next one.

Also cake and presents.

Waste of resources.

Nate shook his head as he fronted, taking a deep breath before looking Layla over. "Hey sweetheart…how'd you find out?"

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“Don't you have your own room?”

“I feel safer here.”

“Alright then, couch or bed?” — for whoever

Layla looked to Miguel, her blue eyes betraying the fear she was harboring from her nightmare. She'd done this since was a kid. Nightmares were rare for the teen, especially as she got older, but sometimes she still got them. Barely there memories that tormented her psyche.

She didn't even take pause as she climbed into bed next to him, tugging the blanket she'd brought with her over her head.

"Go back to sleep. I just didn't want to be alone."

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Nate hadn't been in the driver's seat for a few days. At the moment, though, since he was, he was working with Jasper on the guitar, helping him with find his fingerings and rhythm. He looked up when he heard the door open, giving shooting Layla a smile when he saw her. His smile was softer than Mare's…in fact, Nate was generally softer than Mare, although a little more reserved. But so far Layla had never taken notice and he was grateful for that fact.

"Hey sweetheart, how was school?" he asked. That was something else. He could never bring himself to call Layla angel. That was Mare's nickname for her.

For the last two days, Layla's mind had been churning like the sea amidst a raging storm. She'd barely spoken to anyone. Not her father. Not her uncle. Certainly not Miguel. Not after what she'd witnessed with him in the park. Seeing him change like that. In a way she felt like an absolute fool.

She'd known for a long time that her family was different. A band of misfits held together by some common thread of chaotic insanity. She'd been naive though, to believe all the things she'd been told.

While it was true, they never outright lied to her, they never hid magic from her. However, they'd never explained its depths. Never told her the whole truth, and in some ways she wasn't sure if that was worse than just telling her a lie.

Blue eyes, ripe with turmoil that was welling in their depths, landed on him, and she immediately turned her attention to Jasper. There was a cold edge to the look she'd given her uncle. One she was still trying to understand herself.

A warm smile still spread over her features for the little boy though, and she patted him on the head.

"Hey munchkin, do you mind going to play with Pika for a little bit? I wanna talk to your daddy, okay?" She breathed, trying to keep her emotions reined in while she was standing before Jasper.

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