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Realistic or Modern Foster Life

Jackson would follow her up the stairs but would then dash into his room and slam the door closed; he gets changed into a simple plain white t-shirt and some baggy dark blue jeans - alongside all of that he'd put on some clean underwear and socks - he then puts on his white velcro-strap sneakers and shoots back out of the room. He leans against the wall beside the door to Amanda's room so that he can wait for her.
 
Amanda puts her hair up into a messy bun and walks out of her room .She smiles when she sees Jackson and she walks over to him. "You ready?" She asks, ruffling his hair a little bit.
 
He'd nod and give a cheerful smile before taking hold of her hand. He'd allow himself to be lead to wherever it was she intended to take him.
 
"Sure!" He sounds happy enough to be trying something different out of the schedule that he'd been following this morning - the one he went by was rather dull today, so he was happy that there was something new to do. He'd run over and place himself down on one of the swings, holding onto the ropes on either sides with his hands while he watches Amanda approach.
 
Amanda smiles at him and follows him to the swings. "Want me to push you?" She asks, rubbing her stomach gently.
 
"Yeah, please!" He mutters in response, clutching the ropes tighter in anticipation while he waits for her to push the swing he's sat on.
 
He'd let out quiet laughs as he swings back and forth on the swing, his stomach gains a funny feeling as he goes back and forth but you can tell by his facial expression and his laughing that he's enjoying it to the fullest. "Go higher!" He says to her, gripping onto the ropes more tightly.
 
Amanda laughs with him and nods, beginning to push him hight. "Let me know when you want to stop." She says, still pushing him.
 
"Okay!" He says happily, still holding onto the ropes. He'd inspect the environment around him and allows Amanda to continue swinging him for a moment; the look on his face shows how much happier he is. Amanda would easily be able to tell how well he settled in compared to when he first arrived here. He appeared to be more at peace than anything; after a couple more minutes he'd briefly look over his shoulder. ".. you can stop now." He states.


Providing she'd have stopped pushing and allowed him to slow down on his request. Once he's fully stopped he takes a big jump off and peers up at her with a huge smile again. "What do ya' wanna' do now?" He asks, glancing around at some of the other stuff in the garden and then back to the house.


Under the summer sun the temperature is quite strong; it may or may not occur to Amanda that they risk sunburn if they stay exposed to it for too long without any proper protection. There's only a very gentle breeze that helps keep them cool on this hot day - the breeze creates small ripples on the swimming pool in the garden but nothing more. The distinct yet peaceful songs of daytime birds could still be heard like before. 
(Edited. Added some weather detail to make it more ambient) 
(( Apologies for the OOC. Anyone around? ))
 
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After what felt like a thousand years, Wendy finally got up. After showering, she got dressed into her one of her favorite outfits; which consisted of a Pink Skirt, White Button Down Shirt and White Lacy Socks. After putting her make-up on, she quietly left the room in search of something to eat, as she must have slept through breakfast considering what time she woke up this morning and refusing to get out of bed for the next forty-five minutes. Everyone was most likely doing their own thing. Sadly, without her part time job and the fact that she has a one week long vacation that just started yesterday. Upon arriving in the kitchen, she looked into the refrigerator for left-overs. That was something that Wendy would live off of when she stayed with her Aunt and Uncle, one of whom is in Jail for being abusive to her. Seemingly having no interest in bonding with the other foster kids, Wendy just kept to herself while eating.
 
Pink Skirt[/URL], White Button Down Shirt and White Lacy Socks. After putting her make-up on, she quietly left the room in search of something to eat, as she must have slept through breakfast considering what time she woke up this morning and refusing to get out of bed for the next forty-five minutes. Everyone was most likely doing their own thing. Sadly, without her part time job and the fact that she has a one week long vacation that just started yesterday. Upon arriving in the kitchen, she looked into the refrigerator for left-overs. That was something that Wendy would live off of when she stayed with her Aunt and Uncle, one of whom is in Jail for being abusive to her. Seemingly having no interest in bonding with the other foster kids, Wendy just kept to herself while eating.
Jackson looked off towards the kitchen whilst staying in the garden with a Amanda. Feeling indifferent to Wendy, he'd merely take a deep breath and watch her for a few moments before looking away.
 
(Sorry. Was at a friends house and I was babysitting her nephew.)


Amanda smiles at Jackson and shrugs her shoulders. "Wanna go inside? We can watch TV." She says, and rubs her stomach, and stifles a yawn.


(And now I'm puppy sitting.)
 
[QUOTE="Aryn Harris](Sorry. Was at a friends house and I was babysitting her nephew.)
Amanda smiles at Jackson and shrugs her shoulders. "Wanna go inside? We can watch TV." She says, and rubs her stomach, and stifles a yawn.


(And now I'm puppy sitting.)

[/QUOTE]
"Yeah, that'll be good." He says, he takes hold of her hand and allows himself to be lead inside and into the living room.
 
Amanda smiles at him and leads him inside. She waddles into the living room and sits down on the couch with a relieved sigh.
 
After she had finished eating, she takes her plate into the Kitchen and goes over to the sink. Out of habit, she started cleaning her own plate, which she has been doing ever since she was a child. When she was done cleaning off her plate, she put it in a partially full dishwasher. Upon entering the Living Room, she saw Jackson and Amanda. Rather then attempting to mingle with them, she instead shied away and quietly left. All that she could think about was getting a driver's license. Like most teens, she would shut herself in by staying in her room, the only place where she currently felt comfortable. 'Adjusting to this kind of home is going to be tough.' she thought.
 
[QUOTE="Aryn Harris]Amanda smiles at him and leads him inside. She waddles into the living room and sits down on the couch with a relieved sigh.

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He would of looked at Wendy momentarily before she exited. After a few minutes he looks away from the TV and shuffles about in slight discomfort.


"Amanda... I gotta' use the bathroom..." He tells her, he'd sit on the edge of the couch and look at her for a few moments, almost as of he was looking for her approval to leave.
 
[QUOTE="Aryn Harris]"Alright go ahead. You don't have to say it." She smiles and helps him up. "Do you need anything?" She asks.

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".. Can you get me a drink for when I get back?" He asks with a shy smile. After receiving her answer, whatever it may have been, he'd dash out of the room and to the nearest bathroom.
 
"Of course." She murmurs, standing up. She waddles into the kitchen and and grabs a glass. She fills the glass with juice, and sets it down on the table. She gasps softly, when she gets another contraction, and begins to freak out because it hurts more when she moves, meaning this wasn't a Braxton Hick's. "Oh my God.. No. No, no, no, no, no. I'm not going into labor. I haven't even figured out the sex of the baby..." She says, beginning to freak out even more. She had read somewhere that premature labor was more come in people younger than 17 and older than 35.
 
About a minute later a toilet is heard flushing and Jackson would rush back through to the living room. When he doesn't see Amanda waiting for him he goes into the kitchen. Upon seeing her grimacing face he raises one hand to his mouth and runs his eyes across her.


"Are you okay...?" He asks in a quiet whimper.
 
"No I'm not. Go get Jack or Auriel!" She exclaims, obviously in a lot of pain. 'Oh my God! I didn't think it would hurt this bad!' She says to herself, as she leans against the counter. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as the contraction ends.
 
It wasn't like she could go anywhere or do anything. Despite being shy and seemingly scathing of everyone around her as of late, deep down in her heart, she wanted to connect and be more open with others. When she left the room, she heard Amanda freaking out. Because she knew that Amanda was pregnant, Wendy quickly ran into the kitchen to see her in pain. Even though she didn't know Amanda that well, Wendy was still worried and wondered what she should do. Call 911? Call Aurial and Jack? Wait, she didn't even have their numbers! That's not good, maybe its left somewhere? She'd have to be quick about finding it though. When she saw young Jackson come into the Kitchen. Her phone was on her desk, so she'd have to run back up and get it. Where's the Nanny? Oh great...All she could do right now while waiting for Jackson to go find their Nanny or Foster Parents, Wendy walked over to check on Amanda herself.
 
Jackson would run about the house, too panicked to even look properly. Tears stream down his cheeks while he runs around the house, calling for Jack and Auriel. After more panicked and close to going into a state of hyperventilating he runs back to the kitchen and covers his face with his hands, sobbing while he occasionally looks off at Wendy and Amanda.
 

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