The child, and the love that had created it, were probably the only real things in their world right now. Not names, not identities, not futures. Just them. Of course, that's all they'd ever had. Still holding his hand on her belly, she shifted so she could kiss him slowly. As she pulled back, she spoke softly. "I do love you. Kind of a lot. You know that, don't you?"
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Date: 2014-07-18 07:13 pm (UTC)