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Mature Content, Family Issues, LIGHT G!P content (Intersex)
JenLisa as a married couple
ROMANCE/DRAMA
What will happen if the marriage they sweetly fought comes to an end...
...And a pretty surprise came along...
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"Riley~." I called as I descended down the stairs.
The sound of my heels clicking against the hardwood floors alerted him of my slackened approaching presence long before my voice did. When I arrived at the foot of the stairs, I saw him nestled on the couch, with one of my large, architectural books on his lap.
I smiled at the cute and smart looking scene.
"What is you doing~?" I questioned cutely enough, amused, as I walked towards him.
He looked up to me with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Looking at the pictures." He answered.
I just proudly laughed.
"I imagined." I responded. "Are you hungry?"
He nodded.
"How does a take-out sound?" I suggested.
Riley grinned while gesturing his brows up and down, throwing me a knowing look, and I just rolled my eyes.
"Oh, shut up." I admonished, already moving to the kitchen area.
"What do you like?" I asked as I picked up the phone with one hand, the other holding a colorful brochure.
I expected a firm and excited answer. But what I received, however, was an uncertain voice calling out my name.
"Mom~... Who is this?" He curiously asked.
I unexpectedly frowned as I turned around to face him.
"Hmmm? What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.
In response, Riley raised an old, rumpled photograph into the air; his dark shaded eyes watched me with innocent curiosity.
My eyes immediately softened at the sight of him, and a quiet sigh escaped my lips as I slowly, almost hesitantly, started to make my way towards him. Taking a seat on the couch, I pulled the picture out of his grasp and moved the heavy book onto the table, beckoning him to approach me.
