Chapter 1117 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep53

• "Relaxed and happy, Lost Boy!" I replied, kissing his chest and resting my head on him, listening to his heartbeat. Markie does that when she's feeling sleepy; she'll climb on him and plonk her head on his chest, and two seconds later, she's out like a light. He was having the same effect on me, but before I fell asleep, I had something I wanted to say, and something I wanted to ask him.
• "Mark, these people in Bristol, this Darryl and Emma, and any others who crop-up, they may be very nice people, and I know they're relatives, but I want you to know they're not my family; my family's right here; you, the girls, Mummy, Dada, Nia and Jamie, they're our family, and I'll never forget that; they were here when we needed them, and I'll always owe them for that. I just thought you should know."
• Mark hugged me close as he spoke, his voice rumbling in his chest.