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Andrea burrowed herself deeper into the comforter. Sleep. Sleep was damn good, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had proper amount of sleep ... it felt like it had been years, but her right, though very foggy mind knew that it had been maybe about a month. This is what you got when you were a single mother of two little rug-rats and might as well be the director for an organization because it's own director was a jaded, lazy asswhole. Because really, if you don't believe that those kids, those drug dealers, yes even the crime lords didn't have it in them to be changed, why bother with Acrata? That's what the organization was all about. That's what she and her mother had put years into trying to make come true. Not only helping and saving the places people lived, or the victims, but also the people who'd taken the wrong path. And wanted to change.

Some people were so closed-minded. And she'd spent the better part of the last month in and out of meetings, planning events (her mother wanted to go big), and trying her best not to strangle the richies like Luthor and etc. She was exhausted mind and body, and one would think because of that she would be in deep, deep sleep by now.

But she wasn't.

That was just because, while Andrea Rojas, counselor for the ever-growing organization named Acrata could take breaks every now and them. Andrea Rojas, mom to Dora and Diego the Explorers reincarnate, didn't know what such a thing was.

Which was why she was currently twitching awake at her all too silent apartment. The twins slept with her. She'd learned that the heard way when they'd toddled their way, somehow out of the apartment (she couldn't figure that one out to this day) when they were just two and a half. She didn't care how many times she heard, "big kids, mama, big now, bye-bye". Those two weren't sleeping more than five feet away from her until they were ten. Yeah, that's right. Ten.

Stretching quickly and easily, Andrea quickly scanned the room and found that there were no twins to be found. "Addie? Tal?!" She called out. Yes, she was easily to panic but one would be if they had her twins.

Quickly, removing the comforter from her body, she placed her foot into her slippers. Their bed was their and all a mess.

In a room that wasn't theirs.

"Mierda." She cursed, before running out of the room. "Adrian! Bartholomew!"

Andrea was panicking. Where were her babies? And where the fucking everlasting hell was she? She was going to break something if something happened to her kids.

She ran out of the room, PJ's and all, only to find them on the stairs. Somehow managing to have pushed their stroller towards the stairs. And luckily having enough good sense not to have gone, down it. They'd had this conversation before. Pushing and throwing things downstairs was not fun time. "What do you think the two of you are doing?"

They were pretty much dressed and ready to go. Except that things were on backwards and lopsided and their jackets weren't properly buttoned. Andrea frowned. Why were they in an apartment she'd never seen before but had most of her kids stuff?

She was distracted by a tug. "Let's goooooo, mama." It was Addie. Addie always wanted to go. Tal was quite the little prince and his home was his oyster. He didn't like exploring as much as his little sister did. Younger by an hour and forty-three painful minutes. But he could never deny Addie anything. Not even now.

Which was why, when Andrea prepared herself for a lecture, and a, no. Because she could deny her kids. Really she could. Did it all the time. What she always fell sucker for, and she had a feeling that they were realizing this, was when they stuck up for each other. Maybe it was the fact that she'd been a completely only child. But she loved it when the twins helped each other out, especially when it was clear that the other one thought the first had lost all common sense.

"Pease, mama?" Tal looked up at her, wide eyes.

Addie, of course, catching on, "Yeah. Peeeeeeaaaaaazzzzeeeeee, ma-am-mama-amamama. Pease." She repeated when she caught her breath.

"Fine. We'll go." Because she was curious. As to where she was. And curious was putting it lightly.

"Mama has to get her-" But she paused, something caught her eye. Apparently they'd dragged shoes out of her and a jacket. They weren't hers. But she couldn't see where else they couldn't have gotten them but their room. Her kids liked to sneak out but for some reason they tended to avoid sneaking in locked places. Probably because that was harder. Hesitantly, she took on the jacket and placed it on. It fit perfectly. And it was sort of her style. You know, the style before she became Ma-am-mama-amamama. Shaking her head, she put everything on and then instructed the twins to hold onto her, each other and the stair railing as they ever-so-slowly made it down the stairs.

When she reached the front, she reached to put them in their stroller, when Tal handed her something that he had been playing with. "'Ere, mama." ... A PDA?

Andrea wasn't appreciating how weird things were becoming.