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Jami pulled Fiona out from under the cloth, fixed her shirt and then let the baby latch onto her finger. She smiled at her daughter, then looked over and smiled at her son.
Jami pulled Fiona out from under the cloth, fixed her shirt and then let the baby latch onto her finger. She smiled at her daughter, then looked over and smiled at her son.
"I can take Fia if you want, then you can focus on your music stuff." He suggested, motioning to where he already had Peter cradled in his arms, with a spot across from him open for Fia.
She shook her head. "No, it's fine," She replied, shaking Fiona's hand a little. "Besides, I don't know if she'd let go. She's latched onto her finger."
He nodded in response but reached his hand out towards Fia and Jami anyway, rubbing the back of his daughters hand before turning to Peter.
Connor watched them. "You two are really good parents," He said. "And you make really adorable babies."
"Thanks, Connor."
Sebastian laughed, "I suppose we do, they are quite cute." He smiled at Peter and then Fia, happy to be able to spend time with the twins.
"And it means a lot to me that you think I'm a good mother," She said softly. "I'm really trying to be a better mother than my own mother. She didn't really care too much about me."
He smiled, "You're an amazing mother Jami, Peter and Fia love you and you're great at taking care of them."
She blushed, smiling. "Thanks, Seb." It really did mean a lot to her that they were saying she was a good mother.
"No problem, I have to let you know how amazing you are somehow." He replied, glancing back at Connor, "Now, don't let me interrupt anymore, you two figure out this music thing."
Jami looked expectantly at Connor, not knowing if they were going to be continuing. "Ah, we don't really need to discuss anything more, most of it will be done tomorrow," He replied.
He nodded and turned to Jami, "Alright then, want to keep walking around the city? Or what do you want to do?"
She started to think, then heard someone singing and playing the guitar. She got up and walked over, wanting to join in.
Sebastian watched his wife and eventually got up to follow her, setting Peter back in the pram gently so he wouldn't hurt his son in any way.
The busker spotted Jami, and invited her over. She handed Fiona to Sebastian and then sat beside the busker, singing along with her.
He took Fia and ser her in the pram as well, taking a seat again and listing to her sing with a smile.
"Do you want to play something?" The busker asked, handing Jami her guitar.
"Oh, no. I couldn't."
"I insist."
"OK then."
He smiled and leaned back in his chair, happy to see Jami doing something she was amazing at and loved.
Jami started to play a tune, one that wasn't recognisable, as it was her own.
"You like New York City in the daytime
I like New York City in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don't, I need it on"
He let the song wash over him, taking in the words.
"You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep 'em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don't, I sing along
I don't ask for you to change, baby, no, no, no
And you don't ask for me to change"
The song was cool and he smiled, knowing that she really did deserve this chance at recording music.
"Tell me how we're not alike
But we work so well and we don't even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
'Cause we work so well and we don't even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don't even know why
We don't even know why, no, no
We don't even know why, no, no, no" If he was listening to the lyrics, Sebastian would have figured out that the song was based on him.
The first part of the song drifted by before he started listening, connecting similarities between Jami and himself and the people in the song.
Jami continued to sing, losing herself in the song. Music was her passion, and she wanted to pursue it. And now, thanks to Connor, she was able to.
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