I undo his pants and pull them off, moving back up to his lips before I hear someone clear their throat behind us. I pull back and glance behind us to find his dad, freezing and realizing what I have on and what he has on. Well this is awkward.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I open my eyes and swallow, covering Emma up and looking at Dad, "Please. I can't get her pregnant like this. Elijah already did."
He shakes his head disapprovingly before heading for the door, "Oh yeah. I came here to tell you that your mother, Jag, has a whole day planned tomorrow. She wants everyone up a little after 9. Emma, remember that for him, please."
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
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
