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He explained, nonchalantly. I looked at him with a shocked expression. I didn't care about the history of his family. Patti was in pain and she didn't need to be. "Normally the fevers occur around age three as our skeletons restructure themselves into their permanent form. But due to Patti's health issues, her unique condition, it appears that she is going through the skeletal restructuring now." He said it all as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I didn't trust it. I had never heard of this before, and more than that I wasn't sure if I cared about any of this. "I really think-"

I murmur. He makes a small sound, like he recognizes my voice, his little hand reaching out in my direction. Ethan shifts slightly, guiding him gently. “He’s been trying to grab everything,” he says. “I can see that,” I reply, letting Eli’s fingers curl around mine they’re still so small so fragile but stronger than they were even a few weeks ago. “He’s growing too fast,” I whisper. Ethan looks at me. “He’s supposed to,” he says.

All that was left was my boys. My entire heart. The morning sun was shining through the windows, casting a light over their cradles. My sons do not look like babies anymore. The healers stopped pretending that they were a time ago. Their growth is happening fast. Not in a way, but it is definitely happening. What should have taken months is happening in weeks. They are getting stronger, more aware, and more powerful every day. Every day, the healers find something new to worry about. A sudden burst of energy, a surge of silver mist, a display of instincts that no child their age should have.

His eyes landed on the tea I had in my hands while I looked at our reflection. “Yes…” I tried to sound still. “I just felt like our child is moving a little too aggressive these days and it is hard to get some sleep.” “Is that so?” I watched as he turned me around as he gently caress my stomach. “He is growing abruptly, right? There must be something wrong.”

“I’m enjoying an efficient victory.” “There has been no victory.” Poppy lifted both little hands toward me. “Mommy, look. My hands are still small. That means I need a healing day.” “All four-year-olds have small hands.” “I’m also a little pale.” She wasn’t lying. And that was the problem.

“You tell me. She’s just an eight-year-old girl, yet she’s already full of schemes.” Grayson patted Storm’s shoulder sympathetically. “It must have been her mother’s traits. You should probably give up the thought of straightening her when even the president loses every time he fights with the missus.” Jenson tugged the book off his face and sat on the grass. At the age of eight, he had his first growth spurt. His faceful of chubby baby fat gave way to attractive and charming features. “Where’s my daddy, Uncle Grayson?” Jenson’s gaze was filled with despair as he spoke.

He smiled widely, revealing his two little teeth on his lower gum. I wondered what could be Uno's destiny; what would be his dreams and his goals. Seven months was already long but it felt like it was just yesterday. He grew up too fast. He was already tall at his age. He was playful. When he would turn eight, he would be ready to learn his first step. Baby step.

“Also Daddy, you had been sleeping for so long that I grew taller again. Mommy said that I am three centimeters taller. Three centimeters is very tall, right? Daddy you need to wake up and punish Mommy, she has become lazier now! She doesn’t even make a proper breakfast nowadays, and things cannot continue like this. My teacher said I’m growing now and I need sufficient nutrients. What if I stopped growing taller? Sigh, it’s really worrying…”

I say smiling at her "I know" she replied "why didn't anyone prepare you for this aren't you twelve years old?" I asked "Prepare me for what? What's happening to me and am 16 not 12. I suffer from a sickness that caused me to be unable to walk by myself and it also shrunk my growth spurt so I look smaller than I actually am" To say i was shocked would be the understatement of the century "well I apologize for mixing up your age but your shifting that's why your in so much pain but because your sick it probably is more painful than normal it will take at least three hours before you shift" I told her

The Truth About Growth Isabelle sat at the breakfast table, her gaze fixed on her daughter, Elena, who was playing with her cereal. The little girl was growing so quickly—it wasn’t just her height or her weight, but her abilities too. At only a year old, Elena could form sentences and exhibit an awareness far beyond her age. Andrew, unaware of Isabelle's unease, smiled at his daughter. “Looks like we have a little genius on our hands.” Isabelle forced a smile, but her concern deepened. The rate of Elena’s development wasn’t normal. She needed answers but dreaded the possibility of discovering something unsettling.