Memory 45
Baby arrived on time and healthy. You and I slowly crept away back into our reality. It was different to theirs, much more different.
That week you locked yourself in the studio without any sound. No music or television, just a pair of ear muffs that blocked all sound. I cooked at left it at the door only to see a plate of half eaten food. I didn't pretend to understand your sudden need to paint. It was too complicated for me. I watched over you though and trusted the fact that you would warn me when you had enough.
A/N: If this is your first chapter in two days, I released Memory 43&44 yesterday and I'd really appreciate if yu checked them out.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
