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Date Posted: 23:21:11 10/13/06 Fri
Author: Angel
Subject: Share my life, take me for what I am
Cause I'll never change all my colours for you
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do

The past few months had been pretty solid and positive for the little family. Christian had started talking a little- he'd called Vin dada at around 18 months and everything else had quickly followed- he called her Mama quite dertimindly, though she never corrected him, it warmed her heart to hear it. They had celebrated his second birthday last week. He was growing up more and more like his father every day- the blonde hair, blue eyes- and he was big! Bigger than any of the other kids at his play group that Angel took him to most mornings. Angel and Vin had been trying to get pregnant for a good few monthsand they were now in the middle of IVF treatment- which seemed to be going pretty well- even if it was very expensive. They had the cash to spare though- their shady past carreers had ensured that. Now though, everything was legal and above board- they wanted their children to be brought up in a safe environment where they weren't worried about cops knocking the door down at any moment. Christian was down for his nap at the moment, while Angel had her own nap. It was somehting of a habit they had gotten into from when the baby used to get them up at all hours of the night, and it had remained. She lay on the couch in a pair of low hanging black lounge pants and a close fitted cream sweater, her dark curls spilling over her shoulders and back as she curled on her side, the TV turned down low as childrens shows played, the baby sleeping in his room. The new house was spotless as usual- Angel was an obsessive cleaner- and made quite the little housewife- though she'd never admit to it.

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