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[Maxwell Oscar Granger]

It had been a glorious morning and after the usual breakfast conversations and banter, Max took a quick shower and dressed for the day, wondering how he could spend the ‘working hours’. The twins were usually well behaved in his care and once Ayden and Caleb were done for the day then they became their problem again, though Max was always there if they wanted a date night or had things to be doing. He had his own life to live, but it wasn’t much right now. His parents would video call him every few nights from their new home in Toronto and ask how things were. They said they were happy for him, but he knew they were silently questioning everything; their son had been determined to be a successful family lawyer and now he was caring for children that weren’t even his. It did seem a little bizarre to everyone who knew Max but no one knew the real reason why he was doing this; he just told people he wanted a year or two to enjoy his life without the stresses of careers and courtrooms.

He was surprisingly good with kids, considering that he was an only child and hadn’t really been around many kids growing up thanks to his constantly moving lifestyle, but he had a knack for taking care of them and since his own son would never know who he was, then Max felt as though it was making up for lost chances. Since it was such a nice day and since Ayden looked like she could do with an afternoon to herself, Max had offered to take the twins to Central Park for a few hours. They might still be too young to really understand anything about the park, but Max had seen the pyramids before the age of two and thought that it was still important. Adrian and Cass might have slept most of the time he had them out for, but it was still a beautiful day and the fresh air would do them some good anyway as he strolled through the park.

Ever since he had taken the nanny job, Max had discovered that women had a bit of a ‘thing’ for men with kids. Max was stopped when he was out by women cooing over the twins and once they found out that he just took care of them it seemed to ring some maternal bell in them. Max had picked up more numbers on a day out with the babies than he did in nightclubs when he actually was working the charm. Nevertheless, he was a shameless flirt and wasn’t going to complain when at attractive woman approached him. A few dates never did anyone any harm and Max was still young and single, so why the hell not?! Any chance he found these days he was working the charm and setting himself up on dates. Single moms seemed to have a ridiculous amount of interest in guys who liked kids, which made sense, but at the same time, they had a habit of getting too clingy for Max who still didn’t really know what he wanted in his life right now. He really wanted to hold the baby whose photo was tucked away in his wallet, but that would never happen and he felt confused about everything else. Right now, harmless dates and nights on the town were more his style, living the light life that carried no complications or drama.

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TAGGED! Tabby
WORDS! 617!
OUTFIT! Cool Boy!
LYRICS! Moonlane Gardens - - - Oranges and Lemons
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Tabby was still adjusting to being a mother. She'd pretty much skipped all of the newborn baby drama, though she was starting to doubt that the toddler years were any easier. Brooke was an angel most of the time, but, when she wanted something, those angel eyes turned into screams and wails that grated against Tabby's heart. Brooke practically had two moms between her and "Auntie KC," though she still clung to her mother wherever they went. It wasn't so bad; the little girl was cute and very sweet when she wasn't screaming. But, the almost three year old held memories she'd forever be clueless to; even KC didn't know the entire story behind the child's existance. Tabby wanted it that way though, and she'd put up with all the horrible memories of the world to keep her daughter safe; she just couldn't sleep at night anymore because of them.

With school being out for the semester, Tabby found herself spending almost every moment with her daughter. KC and her traded off shifts usually, but, since her twin worked during the day, Tabby had the toddler from dawn until dinner time, when she had to report to her job at Gotham. Most of the people there didn't know about the kid yet; only her boss, really. KC would no doubt bring Brooke around before opening one day or even for set or two, but, until that fateful day, Tabby was choosing to keep her darling daughter tucked away safely in the apartment.

She'd been around the city looking for daycares since Brooklyn's arrival. So far, she hadn't had any luck, though she did have a few months before classes started back up for her and their entire lives changed into a new schedule again. After scouring the city all morning, Tabby could tell Brooke was starting to tire, though she didn't want to give the girl a nap so early in the afternoon. She usually went down right before KC got home, and then Tabby let her twin have a little time to herself before she went into babysitter mode. So, instead, she brought the little girl to the park, a place she'd quickly fallen in love with. It was fun to watch her waddle around in the sand box or after the birds; it made this entire parenting thing worth it.

Tabby usually kept a very strict on her daughter while they were at the playground because Brooke had a habit of chasing off after anything shiny that caught her attention. But, the sweet girl was messing peacefully in the sandbox with a few other children who also had watchful mothers; there didn't seem to be any harm in answering a simple phonecall from her boss. Besides, she'd already gotten in trouble for ignoring the calls before, and she couldn't exactly afford to get fired right now. She took the call, sighing as she was informed that she was needed early tonight for a meeting. She turned around for one moment to dig through her bag for her date book, and scribbled the time down before hanging up. Tucking her phone away, she looked to the sandbox to find Brooklyn again.

The dark curls weren't there.

She could feel her heart stop in her chest, her breath catching as she looked around to see if her daughter had just wandered off to the other side of the box, but, she wasn't there; she wasn't there. Tabby was up off the seat in half a second, bag on her shoulder as she franctically started screaming, "Brooklyn! Brooke! Brooklyn!" The little girl was no where though; she didn't come running or answer her mother's calls, having been too busy chasing after the pigeons like she so loved to do. She'd run over the hill though, and lost her way, being too far off to hear or see her mother any longer. Brooke plopped down in the middle of the sidewalk, frightened eyes looking around for the comforting arms that were still searching the park.

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WORDS: 704!
TAG: Max!
LOCATION: Losing Brooke, The Park
OUTFIT: HOT MAMA!
LYRICS: I'm With You by Avril Lavigne
NOTES: Tabby was in a rambling mood >.< <3

[Maxwell Oscar Granger]

Despite technically being a dad himself, Max’s only real experience with kids of any age were the twins he was already pushing around the park. He had kept his eye on the neighbour’s kids in the past in several different countries, but most of the time that only translated as “make sure they don’t move from the garden or from in front of the television”. It really had been a natural knack with kids that had convinced Caleb and Ayden to let him mind their babies. He never spoke about Xavier to anyone, but Max had a feeling that the longing to be a father made him better when it came to the kids he cared for. Hell, some people even thought he was the father of Cass and Adrian if they just saw him in the city without his friends and employers about. It was a common mistake to make and it was the first thing anyone assumed when they saw someone with a child close to them.

He corrected them immediately, but he quickly found out that it was the perfect opener for some heavy but harmless flirting with the women of New York City. Not only did they seem drawn to the twins, but they also seemed to have a fascination with his unique accent. Max had picked up little twangs and hints of accents from every country he had ever lived in, leaving him with a rather bizarre speaking voice. Most people guessed he was European and with British parents, they were sort of close, but as soon as he mentioned the technicality (“actually, I’m Egyptian.”) it was like opening a can of worms and he found himself quickly giving the brief life story. It was certain words that gave him away, the foreign tongues he slipped into regularly, sometimes without even thinking about it, and the slang that came from all around the world. If Max could be proud of one thing it would be his life in several countries. He had stories to tell, pictures to show and endless memories that could never be replaced, not even by the glory of New York.

Max was just starting to think about grabbing some lunch from the Boathouse Café. It was on the other side of the lake, but it was a beautiful day and he was in no rush to get back to the house; he was sure Ayden was appreciating the time off from playing mom. The poor girl needed a break at some point and it wasn’t like Max minded taking the twins out or taking the baby monitor for a few hours, especially while Cal was busy too. The blonde man was just about to turn that way on the path when his light eyes fell on something out of the ordinary; a little girl, sitting alone in the middle of the sidewalk. She looked terrified and Max glanced around but saw no frantic parent, or parent of any kind. The only people in the park at this hour were kids and their minders, or tourists. One of the popular playgrounds was just behind the small hill beside the sidewalk and it didn’t take too much to figure out what had happened; every parent’s nightmare. Changing his course of direction, Max moved closer to the stranded toddler, smiling warmly down at her. “Hey there, pretty. Where’s your mommy or daddy?”

[/color] Keeping one hand on the handle of the stroller, he crouched down so he was at the same height as her. “Were you at the playground? Don’t worry, I’m a good guy.”[/color] He held his hand out to her, waiting and smiling until she chose to trust him. Infants could be manipulated too easily, but Max meant the little girl no harm. Once she took his hand, he lifted her up, spinning her around to get a small smile from her, before taking the path back around to where the playground was. “Can you see your mommy?”[/color] He asked softly, keeping control of the stroller and looking around for the frantic woman who did stand out like a sore thumb. Chuckling to himself, he walked towards the brunette, keeping his grip on the wriggling child. “Excuse me, Miss, but I think I have something that belongs to you?”[/color] He called lightly, not wanting her to panic anymore.
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TAGGED! Tabby
WORDS! 763!
OUTFIT! Cool Boy!
LYRICS! Moonlane Gardens - - - Oranges and Lemons
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Tabby wasn't prepared for the fear that took hold. She wasn't ready for the gut-wrenching, terrifying idea of Brooklyn being gone; lost in the lethal city of New York. She couldn't breathe; couldn't feel her phone drop to the ground as she rushed around the playground, calling for the daughter she loved more than she'd ever let on to. Brooke was her everything now, the one thing that meant more than going back to California, than graduating, than living herself; that little girl meant everything to Tabby. "Brooklyn! Brookie! Please, Brooke!" she called again, hoping the child might somehow hear her and come running.

While her mother searched the slides and monkey bars, Brooklyn was still sitting out of earshot, plopped down in the middle of the sidewalk. She looked around for her mother again, lip quivering as she began to realize she was truly alone. Dark eyes snapped up as a hand was offered to her, and she stared for a long moment at the stranger who'd stopped near her. "Mommy," she mumbled, tears welling in her brown eyes. Brooke blinked at him more as he spoke, nodding as she understood the word park. "Park. Mommy. Park," she said quickly, nodding more. At first, she flinched as her scooped her up, giggling and relaxing as she was spun around.

Tabby was just about to attempt to relocate her phone and call the police when she saw a man carrying her daughter over the hill top. She went towards them, finally breathing again as Brooke excitedly stretched her arms out to the woman who was no doubt her mother; they looked far too much alike for there to be any questions. "Brooklyn Patterson, don't you ever do that again," Tabby scolded, cuddling her daughter to her chest and burying her face in the little girl's curls. Relief flooded her body as Brooke cuddled close and wrapped her arms around her mom, enjoying the hug. Looking back up, Tabby turned her attention to the man who'd been her savior today. Mustering up a smile, she said, "Thank you. I looked away for a minute and... thanks." She balanced Brooke on her hip. Before she could get another word out, the toddler was bouncing and pointing towards an ice cream cart nearby, giggling happily at the sight of it. Tabby smiled, looking back to the man. "Let me buy you an ice cream cone; it's the least I can do," she smiled weakly, laughing fondly as her daughter clapped at the mention of sweets.

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WORDS: 463!
TAG: Max!
LOCATION: Losing Brooke, The Park
OUTFIT: HOT MAMA!
LYRICS: I'm With You by Avril Lavigne
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Maxwell Oscar Granger]

He had seen missing kids in the park before with their frantic parents running around in search of them, aware of the dangers that could befall them. He had witnessed the panic take hold as every logical thought left their mind and was just replaced by unimaginable fear. Most of the time it was unwarranted and the child hopped back over or was found somewhere after they had chased a duck or a rabbit. Still, parents lived for their children and their safety was almost all they could think about. Max had lived around the globe and learnt the parenting styles of different cultures and some went from one extreme to the next, but in New York, they really did win the prize for overprotectiveness. It made sense really, since it was such a big and sometimes dangerous city, but Max couldn’t stop himself comparing the different styles parents handled tantrums and sulks.

His own upbringing had been pretty lax. Being home schooled had given him a sense of freedom that most kids didn’t have at that age. His classes sometimes took place out by a pool or other times in museums and libraries, depending on what country they were in at the time. When he wasn’t on school time, he was left to his own devices and often just played out in the streets of Europe with the other children, or down at the play park if there was one nearby. He didn’t recall scaring his parents like that, but then that seemed to be one of those questions that could only be answered by his mom and dad and it didn’t seem like a worthwhile reason to make that phone call across time zones and oceans.

A pleasant grin graced his features as he watched mother reunited with daughter. It was a cute moment, though he doubted she would see it quite like that after the long moment of panic that probably left her feeling like a lifetime had passed by. “Don’t mention it; you’re not the first or the last parent it’ll happen to.”

[/color] He told her, understanding exactly how it could be. He dreaded thinking of the twins at that age, though he had already teased Caleb that the terrible twos with the terrible duo would make him grey before his time. Max might not even be their nanny then, or even in New York, depending on the path life took him on, but he still thought about such things, especially when he got to observe those moments with Ayden, Caleb and the two currently sleeping babies. He waved her suggestion away and smiled sweetly across at her. “You don’t need to do that, really. The little one was blocking my path anyway.”[/color] He joked, reaching out to tickle the little girl, who he could safely assume was Brooklyn. “Clearly, she wanted me to meet her pretty mommy.”[/color] He said with a charming little smile and a flirtatious sparkle in his light eyes.
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TAGGED! Tabby
WORDS! 534!
OUTFIT! Cool Boy!
LYRICS! Moonlane Gardens - - - Oranges and Lemons
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Since the birth of Brooklyn, there hadn't been a guy Tabby had entirely devoted her heart to. There'd been some flings, a couple hearts she'd broken, and even more one night stands that she couldn't even remember. The little girl's father had done some damage to Tabby's heart, and it had left her very careful about who she let in. Even KC didn't get the full story most of the time; there were secrets that just couldn't be repeated.

Tabby kept a protective arm around Brooke, loathing the idea of setting the toddler down again. She didn't want her to run off again; that panic was too intense for a repeat. Brooke, on the other hand, was tugging on her mother's shirt, excited for the ice cream that'd been all but promised. "My treat, really. Not everyone would've given her back safely," she insisted with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to Brooke's forehead. The girl pecked her mother's cheek in return and squealed from his tickling, chanting for her ice cream again. "Can you say 'thank you' to the nice man, Brookie?" she cooed, smiling proudly as the child repeated the words in her baby voice.

She blinked at his words, taking a moment to process the jump from baby-saver to flirty guy. Tabby could work her charms when she was on her game, but, since the arrival of her daughter, there hadn't been too much time for partying. "Brookie here's the pretty girl, right Brooklyn?" she said, fending off the compliment. "Let's go get that ice cream," Tabby said, looking to the man to see if he'd be joining them for their afternoon treat.

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WORDS: 401!
TAG: Max!
LOCATION: Losing Brooke, The Park
OUTFIT: HOT MAMA!
LYRICS: I'm With You by Avril Lavigne
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Maxwell Oscar Granger]

Ever since the soap opera kind of drama with Iris, Max had avoided dating anyone seriously. He couldn’t handle getting himself into something like that again where his feelings could get tangled up in some dangerous relationship that might result in only more heartbreak. When he wasn’t working and looking after the twins, he ventured down to the bars and clubs of New York, often flirting and occasionally taking home someone he met out there. He found that trying to lose himself in something purely physically often helped him forget about the pain that came with thinking about his time in Sydney. It might not have been healthy, but he was young and it did the damn trick well enough when he needed it.

He peered down to check on the twins, but both were still sleeping and totally oblivious to everything that had happened and what was happening now. They didn’t exactly make his job hard when they were like this and most of the time when he was looking after them he got to run whatever errands he needed to, or walk wherever he felt like; it wasn’t like the twins were going to fight with him about it. “I’m sure the majority of people would. We’re not all bad.”

[/color] He said lightly, hoping that this young woman was calmer now that her daughter was back in her arms. He didn’t want her to be fretting about letting her daughter play in the park again, though he knew she would probably keep her very close by when she did. Smiling now at the little girl, Max reached out to tickle her sides again, tapping her nose lightly after she thanked him. “You are most welcome, Miss Brookie.”[/color]

Max’s charming smile only grew when he realised that he had caught her off guard. He preferred the girls who didn’t always have a good quip or a line to throw back at him when he made a subtle move; it made the chase all the more interesting for him. Shaking his head and without thinking twice he slipped into the language of his birth country and turned the stroller towards the ice cream cart. “Haak iš-šiblu min zaak il-asad.”[/color] Most of the time, Max didn’t even realise when he spoke in a foreign tongue, his mouth one step ahead of his thoughts more often than he cared to admit. It also didn’t help that he often thought in several languages, thanks to his upbringing all over the world. “I’m Max, by the way. And I already know Brookie, so what about your name?”[/color] He kept up the light flirtatious tone in his voice as he took the first step towards the cart, his blue eyes still looking at her.
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TAGGED! Tabby
WORDS! 497!
OUTFIT! Cool Boy!
LYRICS! Moonlane Gardens - - - Oranges and Lemons
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Brooklyn had come with a story, one that even her aunt didn't know about yet. Tabby was reluctant to dive into the world of her past; a place that haunted her and made her smile all at the same time. KC had asked a few times to find out how Brooke had come to be, and how she'd been kept hidden for so long. It was something that Tabby just couldn't talk about yet; she didn't know how to put all of those extreme events into words.

She may've missed the first couple years of her daughter's life, but, since the moment she arrived in New York, Tabby had been trying her hardest to be a good mother. She'd never imagined kids growing up; never pictured herself as a housewife with a whole brood to look after. Even now, it was hard to come to terms with the fact that there was a miniature version of her toddling around the apartment. Brooklyn was adorable though, and Tabby was glad she'd found a way back into her mother's arms, even if it was at this inopportune time.

She stared at him for a moment as his lips moved in a foreign tongue. Tabby spoke a bit of Spanish from her time down along the South American coast, but, that was definitely not a familiar language for her. Brooke's expression almost mirrored her mother's for a moment before returning to its happy smile as Tabby went towards the ice cream cart. "I'm Tabby," she smiled back sweetly, holding tighter to Brooke as the child began bouncing up and down again as they got closer. "What're you getting, Brookie?" she asked, letting her point to a picture on the board. Tabby ordered it quickly, knowing better than to get anything for herself; she'd end up finishing Brooke's, anyways. "And, what about you? I told you, I'm paying," she said, looking back to Max with a challenge clear on her lips. He was not going to spoil her little treat, no matter how many languages he used to try.

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WORDS: 402!
TAG: Max!
LOCATION: Losing Brooke, The Park
OUTFIT: HOT MAMA!
LYRICS: I'm With You by Avril Lavigne
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Maxwell Oscar Granger]

Max’s life made quite the story. It often sounded like he had lived this adventurous life, slipping into the role of a con-man or spy, but it lost most of that epic edge when he reminded people that he had been nought but a child for most of that travelling. Still he had seen things people dreamt of and had experienced more cultures and lifestyles than most people could hope to. He was proud of his life and how he had gotten here today, but the story of Xavier was still something he kept close to his chest, never mentioning it to anyone or even hinting that there was a darker part of his life that sometimes pushed him into acting uncharacteristically when it played on his mind a little too much.

Luckily, he could speak a wide array of languages, so if he did feel the need to explode about something he had received in the mail or remembered, he could do it in a way no one would understand. Sure, they asked him what was wrong, but the initial explosion would be out of his system and all he had to do was shake his head, say “nothing” and then slink off back to his own private corner to do whatever he had to in order to get himself out of that bad funk.

He didn’t understand at first why she was staring at him and then it dawned on him, thanks to the little voice in the back of his mind. He smiled at her and shrugged his broad shoulders slightly. “It’s an old Arabic saying; this cub from that lion. It’s pretty much the same as ‘like mother like daughter’.”

[/color] He explained, though she didn’t ask. Max just didn’t want her to think that he had insulted or bad mouthed her or Brooke, as he knew often people jumped to that conclusion when he spoke randomly in a foreign tongue. “Pleasure to meet you, Tabby.”[/color] He said politely, flashing her a charming smile again. Shaking his head, but choosing not to argue, Max’s blue eyes scanned the options and then he raised his left shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “Just a cone is fine with me.”[/color] He said honestly, not usually able to handle ice cream, the twin’s buggy and the busy park on a good day! Still, if ice cream meant that he got to spend more time in the company of this pretty mommy then Max would roll with it. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be and Ayden wouldn’t be nagging him to see where he was with her children; she paid him to do this!
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TAGGED! Tabby
WORDS! 482!
OUTFIT! Cool Boy!
LYRICS! Moonlane Gardens - - - Oranges and Lemons
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Tabby had been cautious since her move to New York. Trusting people had never been easy for her, and, after Brooke was born, it became twice as hard, something that didn't allow many "best" friends. She had the people she hung out with when she went out on the town, and the group of studiers who often met together to tackle school projects, but, other than that, she wasn't close to anyone besides her sister.

The idea of being a mother had always been a turn off in Tabby's eyes. She remembered seeing guys practically run from a girl with a kid, or even ones who let the little word slip up, and, though that wasn't the main reason behind her turning her nose up at it, it didn't help the idea much. She loved Brooke; wouldn't give her up again for anything. But, it did put a huge damper on any chance at a life Tabby had had, even before the sweet girl was brought back. She had barely seen her friends in weeks; was seeing less and less of KC; spent all her time fussing over Brooke and adjusting to her new name. This was her world now; guys, partying, and even flirting were foreign. Max wasn't running off though, and it puzzled Tabby. He had babies with him, that was true enough, so that could be a reason; though, even that presented problems. Tabby could barely handle one kid; how would she cope if he ever asked her to watch his?!

She finished up their order, reluctantly setting Brooke down so she could dig for her wallet and pay. Tabby held tight to her daughter's hand, settling her purse back on her shoulder before carefully taking the ice cream cone from the vendor and grabbing a generous amount of napkins off the counter. She let Max get his, saying, "We can go sit in the grass over there? Brooke won't sit still on a bench for long." Tabby smiled fondly down at the little head bobbing next to her, squeezing her daughter's hand and looking back up to Max. "C'mon, Brookie," she said, gently tugging Brooke's hand and walking over to the shady spot under the tree. Tabby sat down, opening her arms for Brooke to come climb in her lap. The girl did so quickly, happily beginning to lick away at her ice cream cone. Tabby kept her close, the napkins at the ready to clean up the already-sticky face before her. "So," she smiled, eyes turning to Max. "How old are they?" She glanced at the stroller and the two sleepy faces inside, hoping that the babies wouldn't wake up any time soon. If they did, that might take their handsome sitter away, and Tabby was kind of enjoying his company.

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WORDS: 500!
TAG: Max!
LOCATION: Losing Brooke, The Park
OUTFIT: HOT MAMA!
LYRICS: I'm With You by Avril Lavigne
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Maxwell Oscar Granger]

Max was a lot less forthcoming these days with tales from his past. He could talk about high school and all of his adventures before he was eighteen, but if anyone asked him about college he would only give them his major, where he studied and call the whole experience interesting. He didn’t want people to know about what he had done, how foolish he had been or what he had been forced to give up long before he chose to move to New York. He was careful about what he did now and there were nights he didn’t remember, but they seemed to be what he needed to forget everything else. A part of him was a mess, completely, but he hid it well from the world around him.

Max had adored children for as long as he could remember and not being able to be there and be a part of his son’s life was enough to push him towards a reckless night on the town. Really, he had Ayden and Caleb’s two little ones to thank for keeping him from going wild. The job he had of taking care of them was only a temporary solution, he knew that, but it helped him focus on something else; he couldn’t let his mind wander to his own problems when both Adrian and Cass were awake and demanding his attention. Some of the women who spoke with him and received his more flirtatious side in return often questioned him, having a moment of disgust for a man they thought had to be happily in a relationship since he was strolling around the city with little babies. It was an easy enough mistake to make and pretty much what anyone assumed the second they saw anyone else with a baby. Once Max corrected them though it was a whole different attitude from them; he was a guy who liked kids and that was a hard catch to find in New York, apparently.

Nothing serious had come from that though and Max wasn’t currently looking for that. He was in no state to offer a woman security and a happy ending, not when he was still dealing with everything that had happened in Australia. “Sounds good to me.”

[/color] He said, flashing Tabby a smile before licking around the edge of the cone to stop any of it dripping down onto his hand. He manoeuvred the stroller across the grass easily enough, clipping the brakes into place to be on the safe side before he sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him. His blue eyes looked back at the twins when Tabby spoke again and he took another lick of his ice cream before replying, working out the dates in his head. “Adrian and Cass are two and half months old.”[/color] He told her with a small smile. One of them was bound to wake up soon for a bottle, but they could be left be until then and Max had everything he needed for the both of them in the bag attached to the stroller and the twins had yet to find a way to throw their sitter.
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TAGGED! Tabby
WORDS! 532!
OUTFIT! Cool Boy!
LYRICS! Moonlane Gardens - - - Oranges and Lemons
NOTES! <3