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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]The entirety of Santiago Fernandez’ final days before the start of the semester had been occupied with preparations for his daughter’s arrival. Although April still had at least three months left until Camila’s arrival, his mother had been adamant about the importance of planning ahead and insisted they got a head start on everything. So, for the previous two weeks, a strangely excited Diablo and a happy yet exhausted April had divided their time between the Fernandez and Foster homes. While Santiago’s mother had gone all out to make sure her first granddaughter had a room [url=https://projectnursery.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/awdh-kates-nursery1-e1413678230253.jpg]fit for a princess[/url], the Fosters had carried on with their racing traditions and designed a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a6/a2/de/a6a2de06a82afa62c13435975fd43fd8.jpg]uniquely themed nursery[/url], complete with a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3b/15/92/3b15929a6693e5860e74624299c23149.jpg]tool box changing table[/url] and a custom made poster of a [url=https://i.etsystatic.com/5262735/r/il/6d42c6/2066906728/il_570xN.2066906728_6tlc.jpg]future Camila rocking a race car driver outfit[/url]. The little girl wasn’t even born yet, and she already had two fully-furnished nurseries and more clothes than her parents put together. But, of course, the young couple was more than thankful for their families’ support.

After spending most of break glued at the hip, the young parents-to-be had decided to take some time alone for themselves and arrive to school separately. And as much as he loved to spend time with the beloved mother of his child, Santiago was grateful for it. It was true that their relationship was in the highest place it had ever been, with both of them making the necessary changes to be their best selves for each other. But to see the confirmation of how April fully trusted him now and didn’t hesitate in giving him space truly warmed his heart. He didn’t deserve her, but he was adamant in becoming a man that would be close to worthy of her.

The Devil of Kings had arrived at the school grounds a few minutes before his Princess did, his face breaking into an amused grin as he watched her tear fearlessly into the parking lot and rev her Maserati’s engine as loud as she could. And when their vice principal gave her a look that could ice Hell over, his cheeky baby mama had simply waved at him with a big smile on her face before speeding through the lot and into her usual spot.

[i][color=#D31D15]“That’s my girl…”[/color][/i] he muttered proudly, shaking his head with that smile still plastered on his face as he grabbed his backpack and started to walk in the direction of the senior building. 

Once inside, he had planned to go straight to Max and catch up with him, but the young man was quickly distracted. The sight of a familiar head of red hair shot past him, and all previous ideas went out the window. Before he realized what he was doing, Santiago was racing after Julie and gently tapping her on the shoulder.

[color=#D31D15]“Hey Julie! Do you have a minute?”[/color] he asked her once he’d gained her attention, nervously scratching the back of his head. [/indent][/indent][/color]