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We Meet Again

Chapter 1:

Nina's POV:

I sighed. Today was the day I was moving into my new apartment in London, England. I have to admit, I'm excited about it, but also nervous.

"Mommy, I won't have any friends to play with," Claire complained.

"You will have plenty of friends, honey," I said. "You always have your brother."

"I don't want to be her friend," complained Alek. "She's a girl, and she has cooties!"

"You're only two years old, Alek. And besides, your sister and I don't count. Every other girl has cooties, though. Stay away from them," I said, cracking a smile.

"What about Daddy? Isn't he moving with us?" Claire said, changing the subject. When she asked that, I felt like I was being slammed into a rock.

"Daddy… He loved someone else. So, we're not married anymore. He still lives in America. He has a new life, and another little girl to take care of," I said, through clenched teeth, leaving out the part of how he cheated on me with some random girl, and ended up getting her pregnant. I wasted no time getting a divorce and moving away.

"Oh," Claire's face dropped.

"Well, we're here!" I said, cutting off the engine of my car and getting out. I unbuckled the twins and helped them get out. We have been staying in a hotel here, until I could get everything unpacked, so now that I'm finished unpacking everything, it's finally fit to live in.

I thought over the divorce. It had all happened so fast. I had changed my last name back to Martin. The twins' last names were Martin, too, and their father didn't do anything to stop me. So now, I was Nina Marie Martin. And my children were Clara Elizabeth Martin, and Alek Matthew Martin.

***After the Children were settled down in the Apartment***

I had just gotten Claire and Alek to take their nap.

Knock, knock, knock.

I got up and walked cautiously to the door. Please don't let it be Nick, I thought. I opened the door.

There stood a man about my age. He had silky brown hair, and brown eyes. He looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it…

Fabian's POV:

I decided to greet the new neighbour. Ms. Feldermen told me she was a really nice lady, maybe younger than me. She told me to be nice, because she'd just gotten over a divorce, and that's pretty much it.

A few seconds after I opened the door, a young woman opened the door. She looked about 26, my age.

She has wavy light brown hair pulled back in a messy bun, with strands hanging in her face. You could tell she must've been somewhere dark, because she was squinting a little bit, but she quickly got used to the light.

She had blue-gray eyes. She was wearing gray sweat pants and a black tank top. She wasn't wearing any makeup, unlike most of the girls I've met, with their faces caked with it. She looked naturally beautiful. She wasn't even trying to, she just was.

"Um… hi," I said. Real smooth, Fabian, real smooth, I thought.

"Hi," she said. Her voice was beautiful, too. She was American. Stop it, Fabian. You can't love anyone again after what Joy did to you.

"Hey… I heard you're my new neighbour. Ms. Feldermen told me to probably show you around, or something," I said.

The girl smiled sweetly at me.

"Thanks, but I already know my way around London. I attended a boarding school here when I was in high school. But thanks for asking," she said, before waving to me and shutting the door.

"But wait-," I said. We didn't even get each other's names. I walked back to my lonely apartment next door, to take a nap.

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