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Promoted Part 2 A stork Story
The doorbell rang, causing Jessica to jump and Moira to grin. She looked at her watch. "Ah! Looks like everyone else is finally here! Now sweetie, when they come in, you need to be on your best behaviour, be a good baby girl okay. Everyone will like you more if you're a happier little baby" Moira said as she bent over and ruffled Jessica's long auburn hair. "I'll be back in a second sweetie, then I can introduce you to everyone." Moira kissed the top of Jessica's head then headed out of the large lounge and into the hallway. Jessica knew now that Moira was a raving lunatic. Whomever was at the door would take one look at Jessica
Promoted Part 1 A stork Story
Jessica was having the best afternoon of her life as she sat at her desk. She turned the invitation over and over in her hands, her slender well manicured fingers tracing out the stylised silhouette of the stork flying with a baby bundle in its beak that was on the centre of the card. "I'm expecting a baby." She softly read the card to herself, then broke into a large grin. She couldn't believe it, Moira was actually having a baby. Moira! Of all people. That only meant one thing for Jessica. Promotion! Jessica was trainee managing director, she had been in the position for two whole years, waiting for the chance where she could take
Back to the Nursery Part 3
5 months later Emily sighed around her pacifier as yet another episode of Barney started on the TV. She had been watching the show in her playpen all morning while her mom worked around the house and she was starting to get bored. What was worse was that she had wet her diaper a few episodes ago and it was starting to get cold, irritating her skin. She didn't normally have to wait that long between diaper checks and she was frustrated that her mom had yet to notice her predicament. Needing a distraction, Emily turned away from the TV and looked around the playpen for something to do. She had seen enough Barney to last her a lifetime and set her eyes on some building blocks in the corner of the pen. Emily hated to play with the babyish toys, but out of all the toys the blocks seemed to be the least babyish. Crawling over to the blocks, Emily sat down and started to play. There wasn't much she could build, but that's where her imagination set in. Emily busied herself making a small