Novel & Cerita Nine Kids And One Night

Eighteen-year-olds are not known for having patience. We had a great evening. Mom made a big meal. We ate like we were going into lifeboats. After dinner, everybody showered and got into comfy clothes. We all piled on the sectional and watched two movies. Mom and dad under a blanket, obviously playing with each other. Sharon, next to me, not like right next to me, looks over and whispers, Some things haven't changed." Laughing. I whispered back. "It's gotten worse." Sharon just smiled and watched the movie.

**Jonathan** “Hello?” I whispered into the phone as I maneuvered around sleeping children to exit the media room. The rest of the day sped by as Kierra and Kiyah settled in. We ordered pizzas for dinner and watched The Little Mermaid before the kids passed out on their bean bag chairs in the media room. I thought about moving them to their beds, but the last thing I wanted to do was deal with four bright-eyed and bushy-tailed children at 10:00 at night.

The clearing held about four dozen kids of all sizes, spread across the trampled grass like seeds shaken loose from a jar. Some faces I recognized from the reserve. Most I didn't. This testing ground was shared between the five communities in the area, which meant tonight was full of strangers wearing the same nervous expression I was working hard to hide.

The kids roasted marshmallows while Miley and I sat on the blanket, watching them. “Okay, one more marshmallow,” I said, holding up my own stick. “Then it’s bedtime.” “Just one more,” Kiara begged, her eyes wide and pleading. “Please, daddy?” Miley laughed at the sight. “Alright, just one more. But after that, we’re all going to bed.” --- Later that evening, after the kids were tucked in and asleep, Miley and I sat on the porch, watching the stars come out. The air was cool, and the silence of the mountains wrapped around us like a blanket.

10 years old and still fucking perfection. Cole starts to speak “Thanks man that means a lot” to Kingston. Then comes up and kisses both mine and Tate’s foreheads before adding “We’ll have to take you to game pumpkin, won’t we?” “Hmhm.” She says nodding. Lunch is perfect. Damien really went all out and didn’t burn anything. What a fucking miracle. Now it’s on to stop number two for the day. We’ll come back here a stay the night since his parent’s don’t have enough beds for us. Unless we are going to sleep in their newly renovated office space which was Kingston’s room.

He states and I nod. “Okay….um… here’s all you need to know about the target” I hand him the brown file in front of me. “Andy Dumont, twenty six years old, South Carolina, born on the fourth of May 1998, only surviving child of her Mother” He lists and leans forward, resting both arms on the table. “Your file would not justice to the kind of information I would be needing sir” He politely said, “Our company would take care of it”

They did this twice a week and through this they were able to bond and communicate . The dinner they prepared was superb, as always and by eight the younger kids were asleep and everything was done. At nine, the teens were the theatre room because it was movie night for them. The kids already had theirs in the afternoon . I sighed as I made myself comfortable on the armchair in my office . The Luna had warned me many times not to sleep there but I was stubborn. As long as the kids are well and ok, I was fine . That's when I had a knock-on my office door . Who could that be?

I take a breath, pushing past the weight of it, letting my voice bring us back to who we are. “Only one thing,” I say with a smile. “I want all the kids tonight. Movie night. And obviously, chocolate cake.” Mum snorts. “Can I come?” I pretend to consider it. “Hmm… you’ll have to bring snacks.” She smirks. “Done.” “Yes,” I say loudly. “Everyone should come. One last night before we have to act like proper adults.” Dad gave a dramatic nod, playing along. “As you wish… Luna.”

There were more people here than at my old pack and that scared me, knowing they would kill me if they found out who I was. Note: Keep a low profile. Anna showed me the kid's center as we watched some kids playing on the grass and somewhere chasing each other. "There is a night school as well for the parents who do night patrol and don't have anyone to take care of their pups," Anna said as we waved at the kids.

We made love and held each other and both cried a little. For the new version, Night Eighteen is tonight. In our bedroom. In the farmhouse that is ours. With everything we know about each other now that we didn't know then. No suite. No Vegas. No arrangement. Just us. The real version. Which is better. Night Nineteen's envelope is shorter than the others. The original Night Nineteen was a trap. We set it together and it mostly worked and someone was kidnapped and I went to end things while you held our daughter.