alwayshallways
He wasn't much of a looker. Bulbous, almost. Fat in the face. Like he lived off of hot dogs and slushies. They were rolls among rolls. His face was squishy and mushy. Yet his voice was soft as silk and as beautiful as the wind on a hot summer's day. I didn't love a man for his face, I loved it for his interesting milky voice.
Holding my stomach, I stared out the window... I only had about a month left to say I was an expectant mother. However, was I really going to be expecting? Is this really what I am ready to have? I was afraid, and I was almost alone. I held the hand of my dearest, and I realized that now I was ready.
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