Shady Blue
Only did the pregnant churn of her stomach pull her from her fantasies.
“I’d love to, really, but I’m not sure fashion is my thing,” Watching the face fall so slightly before her and the weathered hands slip from her own, Blue found some strange strength in her rushed vows she wasn’t too sure she meant at the time. Sealed momentarily in the days spent in bed on her honeymoon, limbs twisted with another and body utterly raw, Blue half-heartedly decided she’d rather a doting husband than an adoptive mother. And smiled firmly.
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