~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
TW- this chapter contains mentions of rape, assault and violence
(also blood)
look after yourself <3
April 20th
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//27 weeks pregnant//
According to Google, baby Sunshine is the size of a head of cauliflower. We are well over halfway through the pregnancy and by we, I mean Sunny because she is the one growing the little thing inside of her like a human incubator.
Sunday has spent the last twenty-seven weeks where her body isn't quite her own and yet even so she is glowing with the radiance that dances around her.
It's strange to think about and somewhat off-putting to know that she is literally growing something inside of her that will soon be just as big as the twins or Mosi.
There hasn't been many times in Sunny's life when she felt like she owned her body but this time; things are different. There is this glow about her now that she is pregnant. A newfound lease on life that is causing her to shimmer in a way that I haven't quite seen before.
I watch her from the steps of her parent's garden as she sits on the lush green grass with her legs parted and Amos sitting up between them in front of the planter.
I smile, sipping in my can of Dr Pepper while watching as she smiles and dips her head down to press a kiss into Mosi's cheek.
"Look!" She grins, pointing her finger to something on the wooden running of the planter that Lorelai is growing small sunflowers in. "See, Bud?"
Watching Sunny with him has always cast such a gentle feeling inside of me. It is something similar to what I imagine fate as. Not only did I need Sunny in my life, but my son did too. Amos and Sunday are soulmates in their own little way. Mosi needed a mumma and Sunny, well Sunny needed someone to choose her over and over again.
Mosi reaches his arms for her whenever he so much as sees her. She is the only one that can settle him in the middle of the night and the only one that can get him to sleep when he is teething and in pain.
She needs him as much as he needs her and I think in a way that has healed her more than she knows.
"It's a ladybug, Mosi!" She mumbles in that higher-pitched baby voice. "Can you say ladybug?"
Holding her finger out, I watch from a distance as Rory goes racing over to Sunny and Mosi.
"Momma? What you doing?"
"Look!" Holding up her finger, Sunny shows off the little bug that is crawling up the length of her finger towards the palm of her hand.
Rory stands, her eyes glowing with a buzz as she spectates the crawling of the ladybug that is no doubt tickling Sunny's skin.
