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Martha fluffed the pillow one last time. "Mom that's enough!" Alex said, he shook his head but grinned at his mom anyway.

"Alright, then I'll just go." Martha sassed.
Alex stood up from his spot on his spot on the bed, stepping on the small air-mattress and then on the ground. "DOn't!" He squeaked, not wanting his mom top ever leave, he loved her way too much. "Laf might need one more fluff, I mkean everything he's been going through. The cops, investigation. His dad and mom got arrested. He swears his mom has never done anything but the cops they just don't believe him!" Alex was on the verge of tears thinking about the troubles his friend was going through.
"Oh sweetheart." Martha bent down next to her son. "I didn't know how big a toll this was taking on you, I'm so sorry sweetie." She cooed, kissing Alex's cheek.
"It's alright, I can take it." Alex smiled in a 'tough guy' way to show his mom how very tough he could be.
"I know you can sweetie, you're so smart and beautiful. handsome and strong. brave and courageous." Marthat stopped because she knew she was about to get interrupted by the inevitable.
"That's repetitive." Alex said, then he giggled as he sat down on his bed again. His giggle turned into a full on laugh, snorting and all.
Martha wondered what on earth Alex was giggling about. "WHat is it hon?"
"The word repetitive is so ironic... it repeats 'ti.' titi. repetitive. It's hilarious, I can't get over it."Alex shook his head as he chuckled.
"That is indeed, hilarious." Martha decided it was better to lie, a white lie, than to say how not funny what Alex just said, was.
"I know!" Alex hit his knee, hunched over from laughter. He was breathing unevenly. Then a horrible thought entered his head. Laf might never get to laugh with his mom ever again. She had been wrongfully accused of beating her son, and Laf was going to never see her again. Never tell her another hilarious joke. A tear slid out of his eye as he lifted his head from his knees. "Mommy?" He asked, his voice quiet and small. He had an idea forming in his head that he needed to share.
"Yes sweetheart?" Martha's eyebrows furrowed and her forehead wrinkled as she looked at her son with concern.
More tars spilled out of Alex's eyes. "I want Laf to live here until his mom is released." It was a question and a statement. He was asking his moms approval, while stating what he wanted. He had learned how top do that from Hercules a few days ago at preschool, it was a very useful bargaining and persuasive tool.
"I would like that very much." Martha said, as she consoled her son by rubbing his back. "Let me talk to dad."
"Okay thank you so so much!" Alex wrapped his arms around his mom, curving his belly so it didn't bump into hers, he didn't want to mess up the baby.
"Laf's here!" George W. called to his wife and son.
"Yay!" Alex yelled as he stood up and ran to the front room. Martha took a bit longer, her large stomach making it harder for her to get up. Finally she stood and juoined Alex, Laf and George in a walk around the apartment.

"And this is my room!" Alex opened the door to his bedroom.
"Al, I've seen your room before. It's nothing new." Laf murmured. He walked into Alex's room and sat on the air mattress. "Where will we play of I move here?"
"We can get a bunk-bed and that way it won't cover the floor!" Alex was pleading with his friend to agree to his plan.
"Dibs on top bunk." Laf said in response.

Hey guys. I'm going to stop writing the original plot and basically just to hamiltots one shots. That rhymes lol.