***** few months later********
(Y/n) was five months pregnant. The bulge in her belly grew, to her contempt. She got out her sketchbook and began to work on her new project for work. Since she was out due to her pregnacy, the company gave her projects to do at home and drop off at her office and rhey wpuld give her money. Her projects were drawing the insides of cars and draw humans and animals anatomy, like the skeleton organs and muscle and fats. That kinda stuff. She sketched out the skull of a antelope and added all the tissue and such. She then decided to look through storage boxes due to her curiosity. She went down to the basement and began to search through boxes. In one box she found a slightly yellowed scrapbook. She brought it back upstairs.
*****months later********
*****your pov*******
I took the picture and applied some glue onto the back of the photo. I plastered it onto the tan page then peeled off several stickers off of a glossy page of them. The picture showed a young newborn girl in my arms. The girl had a small streak of chestnut hair on her little head. Her eyes glowed a vibrant muave. The girl in the photo was my little sunshine, Willow. She was about 6 months old. She hardly ever cried or screamed. She was a very quiet baby, after all. Vincent and I still lived in our little beach house off of Malibu. He still went out to.....satisfy his hunger for...gore... and I had somehow grown totally used to it. We still messed around when Willow was asleep. He strode over and kissed me on the cheek. Willow lay asleep in her crib upstairs in her soft butter yellow room. Vincent whispered "Where'd you get that?" I looked at him and said quietly "I got it at the gas station in Westlake when we first moved in." "Oh." He nodded. He began to lick and nibble on my ear lobe. "How about we make some more memories for that scrapbook." He said seductively.
