Chapter 47

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THE END IS ALMOST NEAR!!😱😜

16th September 2036 - Sydney, Australia

Alex (woooo! Alex's POV)

"Babe! It's 2.30, can you go pick the kids up?" I heard Kate ask from inside.

We were currently finishing the decorations for Jake and Jade's graduation party while Jason and Justin attended the ceremony.

"Yeah sure!" I answered as I walked back up the steps of the patio.

I walked into Jason and Justin's kitchen to see Kate placing some little finger food on large plates.

"I'll be back, love," I said kissing her cheek after grabbing the keys off the counter.

"Alright, drive safe," She said.

I saluted her, giving her a smile.

"Go, you dork," She laughed. I always manage to make her laugh even if it's something little I do.

"I love you!" I yelled walking to the foyer.

"I love you too!" She yelled back.

As I got to the front door the bell rang. I opened it to see it was Pattie and my parents.

"Mum! Dad! Pattie!" I grinned bringing them all in a hug.

"I've missed you guys," I said pulling back.

"Hey son,"

"Alexander darling,"

"Hello Alex,"

They said, each greeting me.

"How are you all?" I asked.

"Great thanks,"

"Marvellous,"

"Good thank you,"

"That's good, uhh Kate should be in the kitchen but I gotta go to pick up the kids," I said excusing myself and letting them inside.

"Alright it's good to see you again!" Pattie smiled.

"You too!" I said as I watched over to the Jeep.

I got in and drove out of the driveway, beginning my way to the school.

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I looked at my watch to see it was 2.59pm. One minute.

Soon the bell rang and kids walked -well ran- out of the gate to their parents.

Few minutes later, I saw the four partners in crime walk out together.

They spotted the car and walked over.

"Hey kiddos," I greeted as they got in.

"Hi Daddy,"

"Hey Dad,"

"Hi Uncle Al,"

"Hello Uncle Alex,"

They greeted.

"How was school?" I ask as I got into the school traffic.

"Boring as always dad," Liam pouted, his bright green eyes shining.

"6 more years son," I chuckled.

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