Yes, you can.”Įlena comes over to me instantly, rubbing my back and I sift through everyone congratulating us. Nate tilts his head over his shoulder to look at Bishop. “I swear to you on everything I stand by, that no harm will ever come to your baby, Tillie.” “Yes.” I turn around to face Hector, who has a genuine smile on his face.
“We’re having a baby?” he asks, searching my eyes for validation. “You make me the fucking happiest man in the world, Tillie.” Then his hand comes down to the front of my belly. His hands come to my face as he gently places my feet back on the ground. He pulls me into his chest, his arms wrapping around my back as he lifts my body from the floor. Nate finally brings his eyes up to me, a smile spreading over his face. I hear gasps from behind us, but everyone in the room melts away.
What if this is too much and he’s not ready? What if it’s still too raw and close to Micaela. Nate’s eyes fall to the pregnancy test, and I watch as a swim of emotions pass over his face. I search his eyes, reaching into my hoodie pocket and handing him a little white stick. “Wait! What?” Nate comes to the front of me, dropping to the ground. “Well can you kill them all in around eight month’s time?” Why they run away and why love is burned.” I glare at Bishop. I sag back on the sofa, my eyes coming to Elena. “But he was trying to protect her, while also looking at something in his gain, i.e., you.” I know it’s hard to come to terms with,” Bishop adds. New Zealand is not a state of Australia and rugby is the best sport ever played.My eyes glass over. She’s a profound work-a-holic, but when she’s not writing, you can find her chilling with her kids & partner at the nearest beach, with a cocktail in her hand. She likes cake, loves wine, and her religion is magic.
?ℎ?ℎ? ℎ? ℎ?, ?.Īmo Jones is a small country girl totally winging this author thing (she’s probably doing it all wrong). The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes? I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. They say magic isn’t real, but it’s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Photographer: WANDER AGUIAR :: PHOTOGRAPHY Wander Aguiar Cover design: Jay Aheer from Simply Defined Art
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