I had a child today. The room was all white, painted and pretty, made up for me to calm down. I wasn't calming down. I couldn't have calmed down. I was shaking the bed. Dylan waited patiently above me, and I could smell his Irish cologne as he reassured me again, and again.
"We're gonna do this," he said. "We're gonna do this, Jazzy."
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We're Gonna Do This: Jasmine's Story (Independence Day)
FanfictionWhat was Jasmine's story before Independence Day? Why is she an "exotic dancer"? Who is Dylan's father? All will be answered in this (short) Independence Day fanfic.
