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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
Video Games - Lana Del Rey, Symphonic Orchestra Cover
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I shift the dress on me, unhappy with how it sits on my slowly growing body.
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Stupid body, stupid dress, stupid wedding.
"THAT'S IT, I'M NOT DOING THIS ANYMORE!" I shout throwing my hands over my head.
"полевой цветок (wildflower)" Papa sighs pinching the bridge of his nose, "We've been through this, the dress fits perfectly".
"no it doesn't, it's too tight, and my boobs are too big, and my feet hurt, and I feel sick, and I'm hungry but I don't want food, and my face is chubby and-" I begin to sob but he cuts me off by holding his hand up, "Do you want to marry him?" Papa asks.
I gasped, how dare he ask such a stupid question "Of course I do! I wouldn't have flown everyone to bloody Dublin if I didn't!" I reply throwing my hands up in the air.
Alright, so maybe I'm a little hormonal, only a little. But it's tough work growing a damn human. And the past 7 weeks have been somewhat hell.
Cillian and I went to the first scan together, I was only 4 weeks along, and the only reason we had caught it so early was because of the appointment for the birth control shot.
So today I'm 12 weeks, 2 days.
"There's my gorgeous girl" Sophie's voice comes from behind me, I turn and start crying again as she rushes over and holds me in her arms "Oh sweet girl, I know everything is so scary and overwhelming, but you will get through it okay? He loves you, you both want this. 1 hour and it's done yeah?" She says in the most soothing voice, calming me down instantly.
"see papa, was it so hard to say that?" I asked letting go of her and turning to ask him, "полевой цветок, я люблю тебя, но эти перепады настроения — это нечто другое (wildflower, I love you but these mood swings are something else)" He sighs under his breath, "Excuse me?" I ask staring at him.
