(( okay , you first c: ))

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It had been one year since they had last seen Marshall and Evree, and Charmaine was already five years old. They hadn't had a sign that Marshall or Evree were going to attack, so they stayed in peace. 

"Mommy, can we go to iHop?" Charmaine asked as she run over to Irene with a bright smile on her face. "Sure," Irene said with a light chuckle as she spotted Roman already grabbing his keys. "Lets go," he said as he picked up Charmaine and walked out of the house, Irene locking the door and going to the car.

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Evree:   It had been six weeks since Oliver was born. Considering he was born a vampire, he aged by weeks, which meant he was six. I never pictured myself with a kid, but Oliver had the type of personality that suited Marshall and I. I had made Marshall my forever mate, so we were eternally 22, and 23. In a few weeks, Oliver would be thirteen, and he'd start aging by months, until he was 16, then he'd age like a normal vampire.
"Your thinking again, aren't you dear."
Marshall kissed my cheek as Oliver walked in next to our seven month old puppy, Iris. I smiled as my lovely family entered the family room. We had moved into a nice house just outside of the city. 
"Yes, I am."
Marshall laughed and picked up Oliver, hanging him upside down by his ankles. Oliver giggled with joy. 
"Marshall you know I hate it when you do that."
"Sorry dear."
He placed Oliver on his feet, and sat down next to me. 
"Mommy, can we go to the carnival this year?"


Marshall:

I looked at Evree, as she did me. We starred into each others eyes, passing thoughts.
"You promised Mommy, Daddy did too."
"I did, didn't I."
Oliver nodded, a smile slightly spreading across his face.
"Can we, can we, can we pleeeeeeassee!?"
Oliver begged. Evree nodded to me, then to him.
"Yay!"
Oliver ran away into the hallway, Iris trailing after him.
"Do you think they'll be there?"
She shrugged.
"Most likely."

(( Ill send you a pic of Oliver )) 

 

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"Again, Maine?" Roman said with a frown as he looked down at his daughter. "Please dad, they only come once every year!" Charmaine said as she grabbed onto her father's leg, jumping up and down. Charmaine now looked like a seven year old, since werewolves aged normally, but angels aged much faster. Charmaine was actually five years old, though she looked two years older. 

Roman looked over at Irene, trading thoughts. They're going to be there, no doubt, I've already seen it in my vision, Irene messaged Roman, which made him grit his teeth. There's nothing else we can do, Charmaine wants to go, Roman replied, and then looked down at Charmaine. "Alright sweetie, we'll go."

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((Time skip to the night of the carnival ? ))

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(( Yeah, and could you go first? c: ))

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(( Gladly c: ))

Evree:

I wore dark wash skinny jeans and a v-neck sweater, considering it was a bit chilly. I slipped on my teal and white vans, which matched my sweater and cami. My long, silky blonde hair was pin straight, as usual, and my makeup was simple, yet it made my facial features stand out. 
"You could pass for 21 again, darling."
I smiled as Marshall clipped the diamond rose necklace around my neck, then kissed my cheek. He wore a simple black button down shirt, dark skinny jeans, and his studded belt. His vans were black, of course, which topped his outfit off. 
"Oliver, are you ready?"
"Yes Mommy!"
My precious angel toddled into the room in a black polo shirt, grey jeans, and the grey vans Marshall had bought. 
"Let me guess, Daddy picked out your outfit."
"How'd you know?"
I laughed and I picked him up, petting Iris who was sleeping on the bed. 

Marshall:

I flicked the bedroom light off and slightly shut the door behind me. Iris's food and water bowls were filled, and the doggy door on the back door was unlocked. 
"Are we walking?"
I shrugged.
"It won't take us that long, but it's up to you."
"Oliver?"
Evree and I looked down on our six year old son.
"Let's walk."
We smiled and Evree set him down. He opened the door and we walked out. I locked the door behind me, then put the keys in my pocket. We began to walk to the carnival. 
Tonight could go really bad, or relatively good.
I thought. Evree gave me the evil eye, which ment she heard my thought. I simply flashed her my winning half smile, which still made her blush and giggle like a teenaged girl. I wrapped my arm around her as she held my sons hand.

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Irene's chocolate truffle hair was in big and lose curls, with a brown leather headband going around her forehead. She wore a black, lose fitted top that was tucked into her light blue skinny jeans, and high heel moccasins that had a straps surrounding from the top. She wore earth toned make up, but it was only a few. Light brown eye shadow that could barely be noticed, and few beige blush.

She walked out of the room and down the stares, and Roman whistled. "Wow, that's something new," Irene rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle. "It's going to be a little chilly though," Roman said as Charmaine appeared in the room wearing simple jeans and a rose quartz pink shirt. "Ready?" Roman asked the two, and they nodded.

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((Bump . . .))

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((Bump . . .))

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