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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 2 years

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Not Like This

Jake Lockley X Reader What happens when Jake's forced to show himself to Marc, Steven, and Layla? a/n:this was an idea I'd had stuck in my head for DAYS after the finale, I ended up writing a shorter drabble for it originally but felt it lacked depth as always feedback is highly appreciated! my ask box is always open! all translations were done with google lol, if they are incorrect please let me know! warnings:some light swearing, Marc being dumb at times, Layla being amazing(I absolutely adore her) part 2 part 3

Jake knew things weren’t going according to plan, he couldn’t let Marc or Steven know about him lest they freak out. So the moment Layla walked into the apartment he knew he was fucked. Why the hell was she there? She hadn’t visited since they’d both signed the divorce papers.

This was turning out to be one of the worst days in existence.

A sudden knock at the door pulled both Marc, and Layla’s attention. Even if Jake wasn’t fronting, he could feel himself pale at the thought of who it could be. Jake was silently praying it wasn’t her, that she had turned tail and left before this all went to shit.

Marc walked over slowly, pulling open the door before whoever stood outside could protect themselves, had it been someone trying to attack him. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how he looked at it, there was a woman standing outside.

Y/N stood before him, hands wringing together nervously as she gently bit her lip. Shit, how was he going to get himself out of this one? He loved that woman more than anything else in this world, and now Marc was going to screw everything up. Jake couldn’t just front, not without giving himself away to both Marc, and Layla.

“Oh, hi,” She seemed more nervous than usual, picking at the skin on her fingers.

“Hi, who are you?” Marc seemed apprehensive, gaze lingering over the woman who stood before him.

“I’m umm, my name is Y/N, I’m..I’m Jake's girlfriend,” The air thickened with tension, both Marc and Layla had one question on their minds.

Who the hell was Jake?

Layla risked a glance over to Marc, noticing how confused and shocked he seemed. Clearly this was something neither of them knew about, why else would they show up out of the blue?

Y/N noticed the way the pair in front of her seemed to tense, as if they weren’t aware of the other person she knew about. This was a bad idea, why had she agreed to come to the apartment without sending a message first? He’d always told her to say something first, make sure it wasn’t Marc, or Steven fronting.

“I’m really sorry, this used to be his apartment, he must’ve moved,” Y/N chuckled humorlessly, this day couldn’t get any worse. God, she felt so stupid in that moment.

Her hands pressed gently against the small bump she’d been trying to hide. They’d been so careful, making sure this would never happen. She’d been on the pill, taking it diligently everyday so things wouldn’t get messed up. It wasn’t until those two blue lines showed up that she began to panic. How was Jake going to react to this? He’d told her about both Marc, and Steven, how he wasn’t the only person in his body. That didn’t even phase her, she just simply blinked up at him before smiling, promising she wasn’t going anywhere.

It never bothered her, they had a way of working through things without the other two finding out. Jake would always shower her with love, praise, gifts even if he managed to find the time to get something before their visit. To anyone looking they looked like the picture of a perfect couple.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Layla’s words weren’t curt, or vicious as Y/N expected. They were soft, timid almost.

Y/N couldn’t stop the tears that poured down her cheeks, hands shaking as she pressed down against the dress she wore. The bump was still small, just barely showing enough to even prove her pregnancy.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have come here,” Y/N turned toward the door, ready to leave behind the father of her child, the man she’d loved for so long.

Layla ran and slammed the door before she could escape, startling the other woman as she backed up into one of the many bookshelves in the apartment. Y/N’s heart rate sped up, fear racing through her veins as she stared at the other woman.

“Please stay, there’s things we have to discuss,” Layla didn’t want to scare the other woman, but the question still remained. Who the fuck was Jake?

“Por favor, no te vayas, no puedo hacer que te vayas,” Jakes voice normally soothed Y/N, unfortunately right now was not the case.

Layla's head whipped around, why was Marc suddenly speaking Spanish? Had he picked up the language when they hadn’t seen one another?

“Jake,” Y/N breathed as she ran over, throwing her arms around his neck in a vice tight hug.

“Lo siento mucho, traté de advertirte,” Jake didn’t loosen his own hold on her, holding her tighter to his chest as he glanced over to Layla briefly.

She seemed to slowly put the pieces together, that neither Marc nor Steven knew about Jake. She could see how in love the pair were, how tight he held her. Marc had always been faithful, even when he’d filed for divorce he never sought out another person.

“I’m not going anywhere darling, not without you,” Jake slipped his hands to cup her cheeks, pressing a brief kiss to her nose, and then lips.

“Jake, Marc’s wife is standing fifteen feet from us, i'm not blind,” She chuckled, holding her hands atop of his own.

Y/N had been nervous to start a relationship with Jake at first, but once he’d told her Marc, and Layla were getting a divorce she gave it some thought. Unfortunately that idea had seemed to have backfired.

Layla cleared her throat, trying to gather the couple's full attention. Mainly Y/N’s attention.

“Marc and I actually signed the papers, we’ve been divorced for about four months,” Y/N couldn’t stop the frown that pulled down her face.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Jake would mention how much those two cared for you,”

Layla couldn’t stop her smile, cheeks flushing slightly as she stepped over to Jake.

Jake forced himself to stay relaxed, to make sure that Y/N was safe and that Layla wouldn’t try to hurt her. This was the love of his life in his arms, and absolutely no one was going to lay a hand on her.

“It doesn’t matter now, you guys look very cute together, just make sure to treat her right or I’ll send Tarewet after you,”

It suddenly wasn’t Jake standing in front of Y/N but Steven, who laughed loud and boisterous.

“Marc said he’s not afraid,”

The change was slightly startling, Y/N’s grip never wavering as she stared at Steven.

Steven seemed so confident and sure of himself before realizing there was someone standing in front of him, hands still clasped over his.

“I wasn’t referring to Marc, but my message still stands for everyone,” Layla smiled at Y/N, sure she’d found out that her ex husband had a third alter she had no idea about until now, but things would work themselves out in the long run.

Steven nodded down to Y/N before loosening his grip on their face, leading Layla over to the door to say goodbye for the day. They tried to keep in touch when they could, and with this new discovery there would be so much more to talk about.

Once both Layla and Steven were outside, she turned back to face him, shoulders hunching for a brief moment before she straightened back out, staring up at him.

“Make sure nothing bad happens to that girl, especially with this Jake guy,”

Steven would keep his promises no matter what, letting her know if there were any updates with this new guy Jake.

The trek back up the apartment seemed more nerve wracking than before. Had the halls always seemed this long? Maybe it was the nerves, meeting someone he had no idea about before today, not even considering this new altar.

Please, you have to understand why I didn’t show myself before. Just let me be with her in peace.

Steven shook his head, Marc was definitely the better person to be talking to about everything that was going on.

She’s all I have, I’m begging you, don’t let her leave.

Excuse me? You expect us to just be cool with all of this? I don’t even know this woman!

Y/N is the only woman who's ever truly seen me, for me. If you send her away I will make your lives a living hell. Trust me on that.

As if you haven’t already done that? We’ve been experiencing blackouts every time you take over! And now you have a kid on the way?!

“Marc, let it go for now, we can talk with Jake after we talk with Y/N a little more first, how’s that sound?” Steven was afraid this would turn into something much worse, but right now there was a very nervous pregnant woman in his apartment. If he tries anything, and I mean anything! I will make sure Y/N knows what kind of person he truly is.

Jake was quiet for a moment, taking in everything that was being said between the other two. Please, I’ll discuss this with you more, but please just give me the privacy I deserve with her.

“I’ll do whatever I can, just warn me next time you want to take over, okay?” Steven grabbed the door handle, nervously biting his lip.

Y/N was looking at the array of books that lined the apartment, noticing how most seemed to be about the same topic, whereas others seemed to be about something different entirely. This Steven character seemed quite charming, not as shy as Jake had mentioned him to be in the past, but charming nonetheless.

Once the door opened she stiffened slightly, turning around to see who she would be facing again. She could easily handle Steven, he would most likely be adorable about the situation, whereas Marc would most likely be rude and condescending.

“I’m sorry, the other two have been bickering,” Jake smiled as he speed walked over to Y/N, arms wrapping around her waist gently.

It had been far too long since they’d seen one another, mostly thanks to Marc trying to get Steven his job back at the museum. And that was more annoying than anything, Jake needed to be with his woman, she deserved more time with him.

“It’s okay, as long as you’re here,”

They stood together, hands pressed over the small bump of her belly. The sounds of the street from outside slipping in from the open windows. He’d have to teach Steven to be more careful with her, the baby would have to be protected at all costs.

“I’m gonna be a dad,”

Jake couldn’t stop smiling, not ready to give up control to either of the other two. They could handle not being in control for a little while.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” She giggled, pressing kisses all over his face and jaw, hands sliding over his on her belly.

He couldn’t wait until she was showing more, belly pressing into the shirts she was definitely going to steal. Would he have to get used to her wearing the others’ clothing? Them watching her sleep when they couldn’t deal with the horrors of their past?

As lovely as she seems, it’ll take some getting used to having her around, so no worries about Marc or I creeping in on your lady.

Speak for yourself Steven, I highly doubt she’ll be able to tell the difference unless we open our mouth.

Jake’s brow furrowed for a moment, glaring over at the reflection he could see in Gus’ fish tank.

“She’ll definitely be able to tell, idiot,” Jake rolled his eyes when Marc scoffed in the reflection. Steven outright ignored Marc, knowing full well he couldn’t be subtle at all when it came to things.

“Jake, why don’t we go sit down and relax for now, the last thing the baby needs right now is anymore stress,” Y/N grabbed his hands, leading them over to the couch and plopping down on the end.

Jake could only sigh, dropping down and pulling her body against his before he felt he could relax.

“At the next appointment we’ll find out what we’re having,” Y/N smiled up at him, running her fingers over his stubbled cheek.

“I can’t wait,” Jake pressed a kiss to her fingers, rubbing her belly gently.

He’d never get over this, how comfortable everything felt. translations: Por favor, no te vayas, no puedo hacer que te vayas-Please don't go, I can't make you go Lo siento mucho, traté de advertirte-I'm so sorry I tried to warn you

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savemefromanepicoftimewasted · 2 years

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Not Like This Pt. 2

Jake Lockley X Reader Slight Marc Spector X Reader, Steven Grant X Reader Except she needed him more than anything right now, and he was refusing to come back out, to talk to her like an adult. a/n:this is a part two to this fic right here! thank you to everyone who gave feedback! it is much appreciated and I hope you like part two as much as i liked writing it! if you're interested in a part three let me know! Italics are Steven Bold is Marc also huge shoutout to @gaylemonshark, @mentalfictionleftmyassbehind, and @itstartswithhelloo for helping me not only start writing, but finish this fic part 1 part 3

Jake was still in shock, even nearly two and a half months later, her belly sticking out farther almost everyday as she grew their child in her body. The doctor's visits weren’t exactly easy, either Marc or Steven fronting before Jake could get any say. This wasn’t even their kid, why were they so worried about what was going on? Y/N assured him almost daily that things were fine, and the doctor said the baby was growing at a healthy rate.

It still didn’t settle his nerves, though he’d never admit it to her, let alone let her know he’d sometimes let Steven front when his emotions ran too hot. It was easier to lie than tell anyone the truth.

Jake was terrified he’d be a bad father, that he’d let Y/N down and end up leaving when she needed him the most. So he’d revert back into his mind, letting the other two front while he caught his bearings. There were times he’d be gone for days at a time, refusing to speak to anyone. Y/N knew Jake needed the space, that he was just as nervous as she was about becoming a parent.

Except she needed him more than anything right now, and he was refusing to come back out, to talk to her like an adult.

“Y/N, you don’t need to do all of that darling, I’ll get to it in a minute,” Steven was helping put the crib together. Claiming that he was the better of the trio to ask for anything handy.

Y/N of course didn’t believe him for a second, raising a brow before handing him a screwdriver and plopping down on the couch. Marc had brought up the option of moving in together, claiming they would need a better space to raise a baby in, rather than Steven’s small apartment. She jumped at the chance, ready to be closer to Jake, and the two other altars she’d met not so long ago.

“The baby keeps moving, I can feel it,” She smiled softly, resting a hand on the lower part of her belly, frowning at the small stretch marks that covered the skin.

All three men adored her belly, no matter how she looked with, or without a shirt to cover the bump. It was simply another part of her to love, which they showed nothing but adoration for everyday they could.

“That’s probably cause they hear you talkin’, know it’s their mom,” Steven never shied away from talking about the baby, not the way both Marc and Jake did.

“I think it’s because they can hear you, little baby hears four different voices and keeps trying to figure out whose who,” Y/N giggled, rubbing her hands all over the bump, feeling the light flutter as the baby moved around.

“That could be true, lord knows you are always asking me to read to ‘em, begging me practically,” Steven let out a small cheer as he screwed together the base of the crib to the legs.

The nursery was slowly coming together, the walls already painted with a mural that represented everyone. Jake was the one who’d insisted on it, claiming it was more so for the baby than him. Y/N just patted his cheek and moved on, not wanting to cause a fuss over something Jake seemed truly happy about.

“Darling?” Steven looked almost nervous, hands gripping the crib tighter as he glanced over at Y/N.

She raised a brow at him, waiting for him to ask whatever question seemed to suddenly be burning through him.

“Jake’s going to be fronting tonight, Khonshu has a job and he needs him for it. He’s asking for you not to worry, and that he’ll be back before you know it,” There it was, something she’d been waiting to hear for the last few weeks.

“That’s fine, Steven, I’ll make sure to lock the door when he leaves tonight,” It was a ritual they’d had before she’d met the other two.

Whenever he left her home she was to immediately lock the door, no matter how badly she wanted Jake to come back home, she had to lock the doors and go back to sleep. It’d saved her life a few times, Jake catching some of Harrow’s disciples before they could sneak into the apartment building.

It was starting to bother her though, the way Jake was talking through either Steven, or Marc instead of speaking directly to her. Had she done something wrong? Had Jake finally realized he wasn’t ready to be a parent and was finding his excuse to leave?

“Hey, Steven?” Y/N took a slow breath, gaining the courage to ask the question that had been burning through her mind.

Steven looked over at her, eyes wide and curious as if he was waiting to hear something besides what Y/N had in mind.

“If you could, could you find out if Jake’s planning to leave? That way I know I have to take care of this baby on my own? I mean, it’s not like he’s being very subtle right now,” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Steven’s face screwed up into an expression she couldn’t quite decipher before his eyes rolled back, mouth pulling down into a tight line.

“Is that what you think of me? That I’m going to leave when things get tough between us?” Jake scoffed, grabbing his coat from the rack that lined the wall beside the front door.

“You haven’t spoken to me in weeks! What else am I supposed to think when the man I love is suddenly ignoring me?” Tears were building up in her eyes, falling down her cheeks before she could stop them.

Jake wanted to ignore her, to prove to her that things were perfectly fine. Why was she worrying so much about what he did? This wasn’t something new for them, Jake had a job to do, and god dammit he wasn’t about to let anything ruin this for him.

“Answer me!” She stared at him, waiting with baited breath.

“You’re being dramatic, lock the door when I leave,” Jake didn’t spare a glance behind him before storming out, the door slamming behind him harshly.

Y/N angrily stomped over to the door, locking both the deadbolt, and the door lock before going back to the couch. Her emotions were running wild, how could Jake be so selfish and then have the nerve to claim she was being dramatic? It was a valid reason to be upset, so why the hell was Jake being such an idiot?

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Jake had been walking around for nearly two hours, the sun slowly creeping over the horizon as he stopped to take in a deep breath. The job Khonshu had sent him on was easy, much easier than he’d been expecting considering his line of work. So when it came time to head back to the apartment, he refused, digging his heels in and walking around the quiet streets instead.

Seriously, Jake, you’re acting like a total dick right now, she has every right to question your motives when you refuse to step up and talk to her like an adult.

Marc's right, Y/N’s been worried sick for weeks, it’s not healthy for either of them to be dealing with that much stress.

Jake rolled his eyes, ignoring the other two that were trying to tell him how to feel, he would deal with things on his own time.

If you don’t tell her what’s going on, then I will, or would you rather Steven tell her that you’re nearly ready to walk out on her?

“Shut the fuck up! She doesn’t need to know what’s going on right now!” Jake couldn’t control his emotions, tensions had been running high for a while, and right now he was about to blow a fuse.

Tell me I’m wrong and I won’t say anything to her. She’s having our daughter, Jake, Y/N deserves better than to be left in the dark.

“You don’t think I know that? We’ve discussed having kids before, but neither of us were ready for it to be right now. So excuse me for being fucking nervous,” The sun was now beaming down on Jake, heat slowly sinking into his skin as he stopped in front of what looked like a book store.

You can be nervous Jake, but don’t push her away because you refuse to talk things through like an adult. Marc and I have been helping her do things that should have been you, I’m pretty sure her doctor knew it was me at the last appointment.

They’d both found out the gender of the baby. A little girl that was growing perfectly fine, Jake could already tell she’d had Y/N’s nose. Except Jake had been playing backseat driver while Steven went to the appointment, using the excuse of being exhausted from a recent trip. Y/N hadn’t believed him for a second, instead hiding the pain in her eyes with a smile.

Steven could always tell when she was upset, call it a sixth sense or whatever, but he was in tune with everything she felt. He’d mention it to Marc when he noticed she was feeling more upset than normal. It could’ve been due to the hormones, sure, but Steven wasn’t going to make her deal with any of this alone.

“It doesn’t matter if the doctor knew, they’re gonna think I’m some piece of shit anyway,” Jake muttered under his breath before turning and heading into the book store.

The person manning the register paid him no mind.

Maybe he could find a book to read for the baby, he’d been doing it when Y/N was asleep, always making sure she wouldn’t wake up before reaching over to his bedside and grabbing one of his personal books.

Steven had offered some space in the book shelves that lined the walls, but Jake always claimed he had no use for them, that he barely read as it was.

“Excuse me? Do you have any children’s books?” Jake was almost nervous to see how small the section was, most small shops didn’t have enough for him to choose from anyway.

“We do, it’s right through that doorway, should be pretty easy to find,” They hadn’t even bothered to turn around, still stacking books carefully, and yet carelessly in the same moment.

Instead of responding Jake walked over to where they’d said, jaw dropping open at the wide selection of different books. There were bedtime stories, books he’d read as a kid. Well, that Marc had read as a kid. Hell there were even books about Egyptology that were for kids.

Without thinking too hard, Jake grabbed a few books, snagging the last Egyptology book and heading over to the register. He laid them down on the counter as the cashier turned to face him, the kid looked barely eighteen, bags under his eyes almost as dark as Jakes.

“You’re gonna make some kid very happy mister,” The kid was smiling, ringing up each book and setting them into a plastic bag.

“They’re for my daughter, I’ve been meaning to read more to her and I thought why not start now,” Jake smiled at the kid, trying to seem more friendly than he tended to be.

“That’s really awesome, I kinda wish my parents had been able to read to me more as a kid, but they did what they could,” The kid cleared his throat, telling Jake the total.

Jake reached for his wallet, handing him enough cash to cover the total, and leave a decent tip in the glass jar that sat beside his now-bagged books. He looked floored when Jake dropped two twenty’s into the jar, as if no one else bothered to tip. Books were a chance to escape reality, why not give where it helps?

“Have a nice day kid, try not to get into trouble,” Jake wasn’t sure why he’d said it, he didn’t know who he was so why did it matter.

He smiled almost nervously, wringing his hands together for a moment before sliding the bag over to Jake, nodding slowly. “Thanks, I’ll be here all day anyway,” Jake glanced down at the nametag pinned to his shirt.

Peter.

An easy name to remember. He’d have to swing by later on and get a few more books when he had the time. Well, if he wasn’t thrown in the dog house til the baby got here at least.

Just go back to the apartment and apologize, and don’t half ass it either, she deserves a true apology.

Marc’s right, she’s probably been up all night waiting for you to get home. The last thing any of us need is to be put in the doghouse.

“Yeah, I know,” Jake couldn’t stop thinking about the ring he'd hidden away.

He’d originally bought it after their six month anniversary. He knew deep down that Y/N was the woman he wanted to marry, but with Marc still being married to Layla he couldn’t do that. And now with him being an absolute dumbass, he couldn’t very well propose yet.

You can propose to her, Jake, I’m sure she’d say yes even after you guys had a fight, lord knows I pissed off Layla more times than I could count and she still said yes.

“That is not the same Marc, Y/N deserves better than anything I’ve ever given her,” Jake said, turning onto their street.

The other houses, and apartments were quiet in the early morning, nothing but the sounds of birds, and distant cars could be heard. What if they got a cat together? Could that be something fun? Or would one of the other two reject the idea before it could even form?

Personally I’d love a cat, but I don’t know how much change Y/N could handle right now.

She’d be fine, hell all she’s been talking about lately are her friend's cat that just had kittens. Maybe we can reach out and see if we can adopt one of them?

It wasn’t a terrible idea, she trusted her friend and knew the kittens would be in good health if they were to adopt one.

“Aren’t they planning the baby shower too? With her other friend, whatshername?” Jake knew he wasn’t going to impress Y/N’s friends, not when he constantly forgot their names.

Lala, and Kaitlyn, we’ve told you this nearly five times already. It’s supposed to be a surprise though so don’t say anything.

Jake nodded to himself, mainly letting Steven know that he wouldn’t tell Y/N what was going on behind the scenes. Maybe he could propose then, slip the ring onto her finger without her noticing.

After getting his keys out, and unlocking both the deadbolt and the door lock, Jake stepped inside the apartment. Y/N was curled up on the couch asleep, arms wrapped around the stuffed Tarewet Steven had bought for the baby.

Well, I guess your apology will have to wait, if you wake her up you’re insane.

Marc’s right, she’s going to need all the sleep she can get. The doctor mentioned at her last appointment that rest is best for her and the baby.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on waking the pregnant woman,” Jake whispered, setting down the bag of books onto the coffee table.

Y/N hadn’t even stirred, breathing even and relaxed as she clutched the stuffed hippo tighter. Jake couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over his face, this was the woman he loved, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Without thinking about it too much, Jake grabbed one of the books out of the bag, kneeling down beside Y/N and beginning to read to her belly. They’d picked out her name the same day they found out what they were having. Arya Rose Lockley. Or Spector, or even Grant depending on who was fronting. Though realistically they’d have to take Marc’s last name, he was the true owner of the body.

They’d always be Jake's daughter first and foremost, Arya Lockley had a nice ring to it too, along with Y/N Lockley.

“No puedo esperar para conocerte, tu madre y yo hemos estado esperando tanto tiempo.” Jake would do anything for his two babies, promising them each the world.

Had Jake lifted his head, he would’ve known that Y/N was awake, eyes glowing with happiness as she watched the father of her daughter read to them in Spanish. Jake had mentioned teaching them Spanish, while Steven would teach them French.

“I hope she gets your curls, she’ll look so cute,” Jake’s head whipped up, staring back at Y/N who was still watching him lovingly.

He opened his mouth to apologize, to tell her how sorry he was for everything he’d said, and that none of it was true.

“I already forgave you, Jake, why don’t we get into bed so you can talk to Arya there?” Y/N didn’t give him a second to think about it before she was pushing herself off the couch.

Jake held her lower back as they walked to the bedroom, almost afraid something would happen to her. Y/N crawled into the bed first, laying on her side with a hand pressed against her belly. Jake grabbed some comfy clothes, changing quickly and tossing his other clothes near the laundry basket.

“I’ll get to that later, now get your butt in this bed mister,” Y/N patted the space beside her, giggling when Jake all but threw himself into the bed.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush to his chest as they cuddled. Marc, and Steven were asking for a brief minute of control to say hello. Jake refused, pressing kisses to Y/N’s cheeks, lips, and jaw. They could take control after he’d been truly forgiven by Y/N, until then he was going to make sure Y/N knew how much he loved her. tagging: @mentalfictionleftmyassbehind, @itstartswithhelloo @daddysfavoritesexkitten @darklingbrekksov @simonsbluee @gaylemonshark translations: No puedo esperar para conocerte, tu madre y yo hemos estado esperando tanto tiempo-I can't wait to meet you, your mother and I have been waiting so long

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