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"Take your time Ronan. It will be alright." Loki said with a smile

He smiled and nodded.

Mathias babbled as he looked at Ronan again. “I really do think he likes you.” Loki said as she cradled her son.

Ronan nodded. “Little too much maybe? “

He tried to laugh.

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Ava gasped and breathed, but was still very lethargic. Ronan was rocking her softly.

“Ronan I don’t think space is best for her.”

Ronan shook his head. “Gravity makes her sick. And Hala’s got a hella lot of it. No matter where I put her, she gets hurt! I sent her home for a visit, she breakers a finger, Xandar, she gets whooping cough. I don’t know what it is!”

"She is fragile Ronan." Loki looked at Ronan "was she this weak when she was born?"

Ronan nodded.

"She’s getting better. I make her room have more gravity everyday, and she’s adjusting very well. I have to get her to the point where she can handle Hala’s gravitational pull. She’s almost there. She’s so close. I-", he stopped. He held Ava close to his heart. Ava was awake, but very fussy. The healer came and have her a potion to heal infection and lessen the effects of the head blow. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, thank goodness.

Loki put her hand on Ronan’s shoulder. “She will get better. Have faith.”

He nodded, and Ava babbled into his shoulder as her medicine started working.

"There she is." Loki said with a smile as she rubbed the babies back.

Suddenly Mathias came crawling over and looked at Ava.

Ronan blinked. “Well, you’re certainly smart aren’t you, little on. Si’ren was still trying to scoot on her butt, but she’d get it eventually.

Mathias looked up at Ronan. His eyes were a similar style to Ronan’s but they were the color of his mothers. The baby sat back and continued to look at the pure blooded Kree man. His little arms reached up to him.

Ronan smiled. “Well, hello!”

He handed Ava to Loki, and picked up Mathias.

Mathias smiled instantly at Ronan. His tiny hands touched Ronan’s face. “Annasananan.” Came out of his mouth as he tried to talk.

"Hahaha. Aww.", he said.

"I believe he wants you to pick him up."

"Come here, you!!", Ronan picked him up, and tossed him in the air. (Safely like a dad would) Mathias laughed and squealed, then threw up in Ronan’s mouth.

((Ew lol.))

"Ba ba." He said happily afterwards. All the while Loki was on the floor laughing.

Ronan wiped off his mouth and tried to talk. “I’m fi-ugh!!!!”

He ran off.

Loki took her son and held him next to Ava. “That wasn’t very nice Mathy.”

Shaela was laughing really hard, and Ronan was heard puking from down the hall. “He hates it when things and people throw up in the same room as him, but this, Hahahah!!”

"Oh poor Ronan." She said with a smile.

Ronan continued and Shaela got up. “Should I go?”

"He could use help. I will watch the babies."

Shaela nodded and ran off. A couple minutes later, Ronan came back in with pale face.

(I will probably have to end this blog. :( I have way to much work to manage 5 and this is the least popular I’m so sorry.)

"Are you alright?"

((Sad Loki Mun face)) (will you still want to rp with me anyways?))

Ronan shook his head and remained pale and still. Shaela was laughing.

((Of course!!! I decided I wouldn’t delete but around exams and stuff I may just take a break. :))

"Take your time Ronan. It will be alright." Loki said with a smile

He smiled and nodded.

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Ava gasped and breathed, but was still very lethargic. Ronan was rocking her softly.

“Ronan I don’t think space is best for her.”

Ronan shook his head. “Gravity makes her sick. And Hala’s got a hella lot of it. No matter where I put her, she gets hurt! I sent her home for a visit, she breakers a finger, Xandar, she gets whooping cough. I don’t know what it is!”

"She is fragile Ronan." Loki looked at Ronan "was she this weak when she was born?"

Ronan nodded.

"She’s getting better. I make her room have more gravity everyday, and she’s adjusting very well. I have to get her to the point where she can handle Hala’s gravitational pull. She’s almost there. She’s so close. I-", he stopped. He held Ava close to his heart. Ava was awake, but very fussy. The healer came and have her a potion to heal infection and lessen the effects of the head blow. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, thank goodness.

Loki put her hand on Ronan’s shoulder. “She will get better. Have faith.”

He nodded, and Ava babbled into his shoulder as her medicine started working.

"There she is." Loki said with a smile as she rubbed the babies back.

Suddenly Mathias came crawling over and looked at Ava.

Ronan blinked. “Well, you’re certainly smart aren’t you, little on. Si’ren was still trying to scoot on her butt, but she’d get it eventually.

Mathias looked up at Ronan. His eyes were a similar style to Ronan’s but they were the color of his mothers. The baby sat back and continued to look at the pure blooded Kree man. His little arms reached up to him.

Ronan smiled. “Well, hello!”

He handed Ava to Loki, and picked up Mathias.

Mathias smiled instantly at Ronan. His tiny hands touched Ronan’s face. “Annasananan.” Came out of his mouth as he tried to talk.

"Hahaha. Aww.", he said.

"I believe he wants you to pick him up."

"Come here, you!!", Ronan picked him up, and tossed him in the air. (Safely like a dad would) Mathias laughed and squealed, then threw up in Ronan’s mouth.

((Ew lol.))

"Ba ba." He said happily afterwards. All the while Loki was on the floor laughing.

Ronan wiped off his mouth and tried to talk. “I’m fi-ugh!!!!”

He ran off.

Loki took her son and held him next to Ava. “That wasn’t very nice Mathy.”

Shaela was laughing really hard, and Ronan was heard puking from down the hall. “He hates it when things and people throw up in the same room as him, but this, Hahahah!!”

"Oh poor Ronan." She said with a smile.

Ronan continued and Shaela got up. “Should I go?”

"He could use help. I will watch the babies."

Shaela nodded and ran off. A couple minutes later, Ronan came back in with pale face.

(I will probably have to end this blog. :( I have way to much work to manage 5 and this is the least popular I’m so sorry.)

"Are you alright?"

((Sad Loki Mun face)) (will you still want to rp with me anyways?))

Ronan shook his head and remained pale and still. Shaela was laughing.

((Of course!!! I decided I wouldn’t delete but around exams and stuff I may just take a break. :))

"Are you alright?"

((Yay!!!)))

Ron shook his head again.

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Ava gasped and breathed, but was still very lethargic. Ronan was rocking her softly.

“Ronan I don’t think space is best for her.”

Ronan shook his head. “Gravity makes her sick. And Hala’s got a hella lot of it. No matter where I put her, she gets hurt! I sent her home for a visit, she breakers a finger, Xandar, she gets whooping cough. I don’t know what it is!”

"She is fragile Ronan." Loki looked at Ronan "was she this weak when she was born?"

Ronan nodded.

"She’s getting better. I make her room have more gravity everyday, and she’s adjusting very well. I have to get her to the point where she can handle Hala’s gravitational pull. She’s almost there. She’s so close. I-", he stopped. He held Ava close to his heart. Ava was awake, but very fussy. The healer came and have her a potion to heal infection and lessen the effects of the head blow. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, thank goodness.

Loki put her hand on Ronan’s shoulder. “She will get better. Have faith.”

He nodded, and Ava babbled into his shoulder as her medicine started working.

"There she is." Loki said with a smile as she rubbed the babies back.

Suddenly Mathias came crawling over and looked at Ava.

Ronan blinked. “Well, you’re certainly smart aren’t you, little on. Si’ren was still trying to scoot on her butt, but she’d get it eventually.

Mathias looked up at Ronan. His eyes were a similar style to Ronan’s but they were the color of his mothers. The baby sat back and continued to look at the pure blooded Kree man. His little arms reached up to him.

Ronan smiled. “Well, hello!”

He handed Ava to Loki, and picked up Mathias.

Mathias smiled instantly at Ronan. His tiny hands touched Ronan’s face. “Annasananan.” Came out of his mouth as he tried to talk.

"Hahaha. Aww.", he said.

"I believe he wants you to pick him up."

"Come here, you!!", Ronan picked him up, and tossed him in the air. (Safely like a dad would) Mathias laughed and squealed, then threw up in Ronan’s mouth.

((Ew lol.))

"Ba ba." He said happily afterwards. All the while Loki was on the floor laughing.

Ronan wiped off his mouth and tried to talk. “I’m fi-ugh!!!!”

He ran off.

Loki took her son and held him next to Ava. “That wasn’t very nice Mathy.”

Shaela was laughing really hard, and Ronan was heard puking from down the hall. “He hates it when things and people throw up in the same room as him, but this, Hahahah!!”

"Oh poor Ronan." She said with a smile.

Ronan continued and Shaela got up. “Should I go?”

"He could use help. I will watch the babies."

Shaela nodded and ran off. A couple minutes later, Ronan came back in with pale face.

(I will probably have to end this blog. :( I have way to much work to manage 5 and this is the least popular I’m so sorry.)

"Are you alright?"

((Sad Loki Mun face)) (will you still want to rp with me anyways?))

Ronan shook his head and remained pale and still. Shaela was laughing.

((Of course!!! I decided I wouldn’t delete but around exams and stuff I may just take a break. :))

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Ava gasped and breathed, but was still very lethargic. Ronan was rocking her softly.

“Ronan I don’t think space is best for her.”

Ronan shook his head. “Gravity makes her sick. And Hala’s got a hella lot of it. No matter where I put her, she gets hurt! I sent her home for a visit, she breakers a finger, Xandar, she gets whooping cough. I don’t know what it is!”

"She is fragile Ronan." Loki looked at Ronan "was she this weak when she was born?"

Ronan nodded.

"She’s getting better. I make her room have more gravity everyday, and she’s adjusting very well. I have to get her to the point where she can handle Hala’s gravitational pull. She’s almost there. She’s so close. I-", he stopped. He held Ava close to his heart. Ava was awake, but very fussy. The healer came and have her a potion to heal infection and lessen the effects of the head blow. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, thank goodness.

Loki put her hand on Ronan’s shoulder. “She will get better. Have faith.”

He nodded, and Ava babbled into his shoulder as her medicine started working.

"There she is." Loki said with a smile as she rubbed the babies back.

Suddenly Mathias came crawling over and looked at Ava.

Ronan blinked. “Well, you’re certainly smart aren’t you, little on. Si’ren was still trying to scoot on her butt, but she’d get it eventually.

Mathias looked up at Ronan. His eyes were a similar style to Ronan’s but they were the color of his mothers. The baby sat back and continued to look at the pure blooded Kree man. His little arms reached up to him.

Ronan smiled. “Well, hello!”

He handed Ava to Loki, and picked up Mathias.

Mathias smiled instantly at Ronan. His tiny hands touched Ronan’s face. “Annasananan.” Came out of his mouth as he tried to talk.

"Hahaha. Aww.", he said.

"I believe he wants you to pick him up."

"Come here, you!!", Ronan picked him up, and tossed him in the air. (Safely like a dad would) Mathias laughed and squealed, then threw up in Ronan’s mouth.

((Ew lol.))

"Ba ba." He said happily afterwards. All the while Loki was on the floor laughing.

Ronan wiped off his mouth and tried to talk. “I’m fi-ugh!!!!”

He ran off.

Loki took her son and held him next to Ava. “That wasn’t very nice Mathy.”

Shaela was laughing really hard, and Ronan was heard puking from down the hall. “He hates it when things and people throw up in the same room as him, but this, Hahahah!!”

"Oh poor Ronan." She said with a smile.

Ronan continued and Shaela got up. “Should I go?”

"He could use help. I will watch the babies."

Shaela nodded and ran off. A couple minutes later, Ronan came back in with pale face.

(I will probably have to end this blog. :( I have way to much work to manage 5 and this is the least popular I’m so sorry.)

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Ava gasped and breathed, but was still very lethargic. Ronan was rocking her softly.

“Ronan I don’t think space is best for her.”

Ronan shook his head. “Gravity makes her sick. And Hala’s got a hella lot of it. No matter where I put her, she gets hurt! I sent her home for a visit, she breakers a finger, Xandar, she gets whooping cough. I don’t know what it is!”

"She is fragile Ronan." Loki looked at Ronan "was she this weak when she was born?"

Ronan nodded.

"She’s getting better. I make her room have more gravity everyday, and she’s adjusting very well. I have to get her to the point where she can handle Hala’s gravitational pull. She’s almost there. She’s so close. I-", he stopped. He held Ava close to his heart. Ava was awake, but very fussy. The healer came and have her a potion to heal infection and lessen the effects of the head blow. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, thank goodness.

Loki put her hand on Ronan’s shoulder. “She will get better. Have faith.”

He nodded, and Ava babbled into his shoulder as her medicine started working.

"There she is." Loki said with a smile as she rubbed the babies back.

Suddenly Mathias came crawling over and looked at Ava.

Ronan blinked. “Well, you’re certainly smart aren’t you, little on. Si’ren was still trying to scoot on her butt, but she’d get it eventually.

Mathias looked up at Ronan. His eyes were a similar style to Ronan’s but they were the color of his mothers. The baby sat back and continued to look at the pure blooded Kree man. His little arms reached up to him.

Ronan smiled. “Well, hello!”

He handed Ava to Loki, and picked up Mathias.

Mathias smiled instantly at Ronan. His tiny hands touched Ronan’s face. “Annasananan.” Came out of his mouth as he tried to talk.

"Hahaha. Aww.", he said.

"I believe he wants you to pick him up."

"Come here, you!!", Ronan picked him up, and tossed him in the air. (Safely like a dad would) Mathias laughed and squealed, then threw up in Ronan’s mouth.

((Ew lol.))

"Ba ba." He said happily afterwards. All the while Loki was on the floor laughing.

Ronan wiped off his mouth and tried to talk. “I’m fi-ugh!!!!”

He ran off.

Loki took her son and held him next to Ava. “That wasn’t very nice Mathy.”

Shaela was laughing really hard, and Ronan was heard puking from down the hall. “He hates it when things and people throw up in the same room as him, but this, Hahahah!!”

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Ava gasped and breathed, but was still very lethargic. Ronan was rocking her softly.

“Ronan I don’t think space is best for her.”

Ronan shook his head. “Gravity makes her sick. And Hala’s got a hella lot of it. No matter where I put her, she gets hurt! I sent her home for a visit, she breakers a finger, Xandar, she gets whooping cough. I don’t know what it is!”

"She is fragile Ronan." Loki looked at Ronan "was she this weak when she was born?"

Ronan nodded.

"She’s getting better. I make her room have more gravity everyday, and she’s adjusting very well. I have to get her to the point where she can handle Hala’s gravitational pull. She’s almost there. She’s so close. I-", he stopped. He held Ava close to his heart. Ava was awake, but very fussy. The healer came and have her a potion to heal infection and lessen the effects of the head blow. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, thank goodness.

Loki put her hand on Ronan’s shoulder. “She will get better. Have faith.”

He nodded, and Ava babbled into his shoulder as her medicine started working.

"There she is." Loki said with a smile as she rubbed the babies back.

Suddenly Mathias came crawling over and looked at Ava.

Ronan blinked. “Well, you’re certainly smart aren’t you, little on. Si’ren was still trying to scoot on her butt, but she’d get it eventually.

Mathias looked up at Ronan. His eyes were a similar style to Ronan’s but they were the color of his mothers. The baby sat back and continued to look at the pure blooded Kree man. His little arms reached up to him.

Ronan smiled. “Well, hello!”

He handed Ava to Loki, and picked up Mathias.

Mathias smiled instantly at Ronan. His tiny hands touched Ronan’s face. “Annasananan.” Came out of his mouth as he tried to talk.

"Hahaha. Aww.", he said.

"I believe he wants you to pick him up."

"Come here, you!!", Ronan picked him up, and tossed him in the air. (Safely like a dad would) Mathias laughed and squealed, then threw up in Ronan’s mouth.

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Ava gasped and breathed, but was still very lethargic. Ronan was rocking her softly.

“Ronan I don’t think space is best for her.”

Ronan shook his head. “Gravity makes her sick. And Hala’s got a hella lot of it. No matter where I put her, she gets hurt! I sent her home for a visit, she breakers a finger, Xandar, she gets whooping cough. I don’t know what it is!”

"She is fragile Ronan." Loki looked at Ronan "was she this weak when she was born?"

Ronan nodded.

"She’s getting better. I make her room have more gravity everyday, and she’s adjusting very well. I have to get her to the point where she can handle Hala’s gravitational pull. She’s almost there. She’s so close. I-", he stopped. He held Ava close to his heart. Ava was awake, but very fussy. The healer came and have her a potion to heal infection and lessen the effects of the head blow. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, thank goodness.

Loki put her hand on Ronan’s shoulder. “She will get better. Have faith.”

He nodded, and Ava babbled into his shoulder as her medicine started working.

"There she is." Loki said with a smile as she rubbed the babies back.

Suddenly Mathias came crawling over and looked at Ava.

Ronan blinked. “Well, you’re certainly smart aren’t you, little on. Si’ren was still trying to scoot on her butt, but she’d get it eventually.

Mathias looked up at Ronan. His eyes were a similar style to Ronan’s but they were the color of his mothers. The baby sat back and continued to look at the pure blooded Kree man. His little arms reached up to him.

Ronan smiled. “Well, hello!”

He handed Ava to Loki, and picked up Mathias.

Mathias smiled instantly at Ronan. His tiny hands touched Ronan’s face. “Annasananan.” Came out of his mouth as he tried to talk.

"Hahaha. Aww.", he said.

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Ava gasped and breathed, but was still very lethargic. Ronan was rocking her softly.

“Ronan I don’t think space is best for her.”

Ronan shook his head. “Gravity makes her sick. And Hala’s got a hella lot of it. No matter where I put her, she gets hurt! I sent her home for a visit, she breakers a finger, Xandar, she gets whooping cough. I don’t know what it is!”

"She is fragile Ronan." Loki looked at Ronan "was she this weak when she was born?"

Ronan nodded.

"She’s getting better. I make her room have more gravity everyday, and she’s adjusting very well. I have to get her to the point where she can handle Hala’s gravitational pull. She’s almost there. She’s so close. I-", he stopped. He held Ava close to his heart. Ava was awake, but very fussy. The healer came and have her a potion to heal infection and lessen the effects of the head blow. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, thank goodness.

Loki put her hand on Ronan’s shoulder. “She will get better. Have faith.”

He nodded, and Ava babbled into his shoulder as her medicine started working.

"There she is." Loki said with a smile as she rubbed the babies back.

Suddenly Mathias came crawling over and looked at Ava.

Ronan blinked. “Well, you’re certainly smart aren’t you, little on. Si’ren was still trying to scoot on her butt, but she’d get it eventually.