"I know, I'm suppost to be a baby, blah blah." He laughs and sits down next to me. "Whats up sis?" He asks and gives me a hug...tightly. "Uh C, Careful." I said holding my stomach. He looks at me. "Whats wrong?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He playfully punches my stomach and I cringe, "What the hell..." I laughed and looked up at him. "Don't do that. I'm pregnant." He looks at me. "What?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Oh no..." I mumbled. Cupid stands a crossed his arms. "So your the one that did that to her?" He asks concerned. "You being to over protective stop it C." I said looking up at him.
"No, Rayah." He shakes his head and looks back at Jace.
"Look what you did to her!" He says pulling me up. I shake my head. "That's enough C, Stop I'm serious."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Jace stands when Rayah does, protectively and possessively. "I already had a talk with her father, alright? She needs to rest, to stay unstressed. Please respect that." He tries to take Rayah back.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Cupid grabs me back. "No. S-She's hurting.I'm her brother." He wraps his arms around me. "I'm fine." I say pulling away. He looks at Jace. "But look at her! She's not herself. Her face is drained, she's pale, no power." He says looking at me.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius. — Aristotle, Poetics