Claude’s POV We sat at the backseat quietly, safely strapped behind the seatbelts. Chloe was glued to her teddy she called Blue which was in reality pink. I still couldn't wrap my head around the reason for the name, maybe she named it when she had no idea what colors were. “ I might be getting off work late, my loves so I might take a while to pick you up,” mom informed us. “ Are we going to wait for long?” Chloe questioned. “ Definitely not, honey,” mom reassured. “ If your mom can't pick you up, that's exactly why you have your godmother at call,” Aunty Stella said with pride. Our car finally came to a halt as we parked in front of the school gate, mom got down from the car and helped us out. Our homeroom teacher stood outside to welcome us. “ Be good at school, okay?” Mom patted our heads as she handed us over to our teacher. “ We will,” we chorused. “ And don't cause trouble, okay?” “ We won't,” we echoed this time in a more frustrated manner. “ Claude please try not to
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