Another thing forms in my stomach and I shake my head, it growing slight bigger as bones inside me crack to try to make room, "Just transition to Pregnancy," I whisper, wincing, "It's perfectly normal."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I flash a smile and kiss her temple, looking down at her stomach and setting a hand over it, "That's amazing. Just relax. We'll wait here until you're good."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I sit on the wooden armchair on the back porch with my laptop in front of me. Looking over everything, I try to think of how to piece together the beginning of my term paper. Early, I realize, but procrastinating is Nic's trait and my pups are due any moment and will not leave me with much time to work when they arrive. Sighing, I close my laptop and walk inside to look for Rayah, hoping she's resting like she's supposed to instead of out and running around again.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
In the house, I sit in the corner of the kitchen, five bloodbags at my side, three already drained. I start another, my stomach asking for more, and my mouth covered in it.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I set my laptop on the dining room table and find Rayah in the kitchen. Flashing a smile, I get a damp cloth and walk over to her, "You're a messy eater, you know. You've got it dripping down your chin."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside