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
You are going to love some of your characters because they are you, or some facet of you, and you are going to hate some characters for the same reason. — Anne Lamott