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Always With you

So. You are probably wondering, Dust, how did you have a child with a dead guy? Easy. Mmmaaagggiiiccc. So yeah. Now we've got Sprinkle. He was a cute little baby and Carrot had no clue how it happened. He didn't need to know the magic powers of illogical logic. I carried our son while Blueberry was in the kitchen. He liked the movement. Made him feel safe I guess. I went into the kitchen. "Hi mama!" I said in my best child voice, waving one of Sprinkle's little hands. Blue smiled from his spot next to the stove. Hi Sprinkle! Hi Dusty! How are my boys? "Just finished a nap and better than ever." I tickled Sprinkle who squealed with laughter. Mweh heh heh! You two are too cute! "Not as cute as you~." I purred. He blushed a sparkly blue. I didn't question it. M-mweh- "heh heh bye Blueberry~" I walked out with our kid, leaving a flustered Blue in the kitchen. "Don't let the food burn!" I decided to remind him quickly. MWEH THE FOOD! Stars, I love him.

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Soon I was trying to feed Sprinkle. He was in one of those moods though. Taco was spat in my face as Sprinkle refused to eat. He wanted to play with it. "Blue.." I gave my dead lover a pleading look. Mweh heh heh! I got him. You go wash up. "Thanks Baby Blue.." I sighed with relief and went to do as he suggested. When I got back, Sprinkle was eating for him. "HOW!?" I gaped. Motherly instinct. "Not fair!" I pouted. You can get him to sleep, I can get him to eat. Fair. "Fine, alright, that's fair.." I grumbled, pecking his cheek, or trying to anyway. He's still dead..

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I put Sprinkle to bed and Blue and I snuggled on the couch. "I love you Blue, always and forever." I murmured, kissing my Blueberry lightly. I love you too, until death do us part. I chuckled. "You're already dead." I pointed out. Fine, even in death, we never part. "I like that a lot better." I'll always be with you.. "I'll always be with you." I repeated his lines.

Short, but this it the end. Just a sort of, Dust's doing great, sort of thing. Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

-Kyran

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