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THE 𝓑EAUTY AND THE 𝓓AMNED
YEAR 1290
A YOUNG MAN SAT ON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE garden, his rocking chair swaying back n fort gently as he stares up the clear blue sky. No sign of any clouds, any rain, nor the sun. Just the clear, clean sky blue heavens above him.
the corner of his lips tugged up when he felt a small kick within him, and his hand immediately rested on the area of his bulging stomach where the fruit of him and his husband's love made a move, " don't kick too much, hunny. you are hurting mama." or papa because he himself is a man like his husband. but he gives no care about how the people addressed him, but he only cares about the bundle of joy living in his body, " are you perhaps hungry?"
he continues to murmur and talk to the joy, who's nowhere around him but inside him, that he didn't notice the presence growing closer and closer to his behind.
