"Can't disagree with that," he says, turning to reload his roller with paint and stopping mid-action, just looking at her. This time, the hand on her belly doesn't feel like an unfair reminder, another layer of argument; it's softer, sweeter, everything he hadn't ever known Galaxy Stern could be.
It makes him think of other seeds of other plans--but those aren't ready to bloom quite yet.
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Date: 2021-08-18 04:29 pm (UTC)It makes him think of other seeds of other plans--but those aren't ready to bloom quite yet.