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    • "Got angry sometimes... got sad sometimes..  didn't do stuff when I was told to... didn't get hit much.. but got locked out a lot... meanies... and... no! Don't wanna be a bad boy." He finished the rest of his hot chocolate, the breastmilk in it helping him relax so much more. A lot of his previous inhibitions were weakening as well. His rain-grey eyes looked at Anya again. "Can I have a story now, please.. Mommy?"
    • Anya nodded along, running her fingers through his hair. "Even when you're bad." She agreed. "If you're really all that bad, then I'll have you sit in timeout. It's an appropriate punishment for your age, I think. But that's all." She promised, lifting his chin and wiping his eyes. "Besides... you don't plan on being bad, do you?" She lightly teased with a warm smile. "What could a little angel like you possibly do to deserve any sort of cruelty, hm?" She shook her head. "I can't imagine it." 
    • Jace froze for just a second when Anya said the 'M' word. Then, something in him relaxed, and he shifted closer again. He still had a hard time believing it, but something about her made him trust her. With every sip of the milky hot chocolate he also felt much more at ease. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he'd been holding. The thick padding crinkled and rustled as he moved to look at her again. The noise was an embarassing reminder... but he found himself caring less and less.  "M-mommy? No..no mean words either? Even if I'm bad?"
    • Anya slowly nodded, rubbing little circles into his back. She didn't interrupt him, she didn't pry for more... She just sat there, letting him speak and pulling him close when she felt him lean into her touch. "It's no wonder..." she whispered. "You've never had a real mommy to care for you... That's simply awful." She shook her head. "Don't worry now, Jace. You've got me. You can think of me as the mommy you always should have had. And this mommy won't ever lay a mean hand on you, you understand?" 
    • The look of concentration on Jace's face as he slowly took one step at a time towards the sofa was adorable. Mug of hot chocolate in both hands he sat down carefully, taking a sip before setting it down as carefully as he could on the coffee table. He shifted nervously, and took a deep breath before starting to talk. "I... have uhh ADHD and Autism.. so I'm never s-sure what to do with myself... and uhh lived in a couple group homes and most of the staff weren't... nice. Always too busy, never cared... didn't like it. And sometimes... consequences..."
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