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Melodie sighed as she placed her last item in a box. She looked around the room she once called hers, she was going to miss it. As she sealed up the box, she pulled from it a small photo album. Inside were photos of the family since Melodie was just a baby. The photo album was so special to Melodie and she knew she would treasure it forever. She flipped through pages of herself and Abathyn as babies, photos of herself and Izaak, dressed up and playing games. She finally came to a photo of Abby and herself, standing outside her grandmother's house, huge grins on their faces. Melodie could still vividly remember that day, Abby had come to stay with Melodie and Grandmother Lowe for a fortnight over school break. It had been one of the best times of her life.
Melodie sealed up the box and wandered into the living room, holding her now even more swollen belly. "Well, I'm all done" she said to Abathyn looking across at her rocking little Laani to sleep. Her eyes crossed to little Jaimee, fast asleep in her playpen. She moved over to Abby and hugged her, and Laani, breathing in the smell of Abathyn's perfume. She was going to miss her so much. She knew it was for the best, but she couldn't help wishing Abathyn would still be with her. "Promise you'll come visit every weekend" Melodie said in a stern voice to Abathyn, moving away from her as the hug ended. "And I promise I'll call you the minute I go into labour" she said smiling down on her belly. She wrapped her cardi around her a little more tightly, making her feel more secure.
Melodie sealed up the box and wandered into the living room, holding her now even more swollen belly. "Well, I'm all done" she said to Abathyn looking across at her rocking little Laani to sleep. Her eyes crossed to little Jaimee, fast asleep in her playpen. She moved over to Abby and hugged her, and Laani, breathing in the smell of Abathyn's perfume. She was going to miss her so much. She knew it was for the best, but she couldn't help wishing Abathyn would still be with her. "Promise you'll come visit every weekend" Melodie said in a stern voice to Abathyn, moving away from her as the hug ended. "And I promise I'll call you the minute I go into labour" she said smiling down on her belly. She wrapped her cardi around her a little more tightly, making her feel more secure.