"Aaron! Why would you even CONSIDER coming back here after what you did to Jasmine!"
'This is your last chance Marlene!" He shouted. He thought she would do anything to have him, even betray her best friend, even though he looked like a mess.
"Come on," He said as he reached out for a kiss.
Marlene recoiled.
Jasmine shot up from her chair. She didn't even acknowledge the fact that her ex-husband was hitting on her best friend.
"Oh, I've missed you so much!" Jasmine said, kissing him.
Marlene was blown away by her friends ignorance.
So she left the room to check on her babies.
"What do you mean you left me for Marlene?!"was the first thing Marlene heard when she walked back into the fight.
After a few more minutes of intense arguments, Jasmine had forgiven Marlene as she didn't lead him on, and was extremely bitter towards Aaron.
Later that night, Marlene decided to call Shane. She was worried she was too harsh on him, and she hadn't had contact from him since he left a few weeks ago.
It was severely worrying Marlene.
So she tried again.
And again.
So she feared the worst, and did what she does best.
Avoid the problem by art.
And to help her get her mind off Shane, she threw a party for the triplet's birthday party.
But she knew something was missing, until she heard footsteps coming towards her.
"Shane!" She exclaimed.
Here is Astrid as a toddler.
Here is Adeline as a toddler.
And here is Athena as a toddler.
A few months later, Jasmine approached the two on the couch, carrying her newly aged up daughter, Kala.
"I'm leaving, Marlene. I miss having a husband, and my own house. I'm tired of mooching off you and to be honest, I'm jealous of your relationship with Shane." Jasmine said, leaving for the second time.
And she was gone, without waiting for a response.
However, the girls still got along well without their fourth playmate. They still had each other for company.
And so one evening while Marlene was painting...
and Shane was reading...
Aaron bolted through the room, past Shane,
Past Marlene,
And scooped up Athena.
He raced out the door, leaving in practically hanging at its hinges because of the way he blasted through.
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