Part 19

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Takes place during your pregnancy with the twins. Adore ends up working herself to the core of her being and you know how to talk her off the ledge. Date: February 15, 2017.

"Danny?" You called as you knocked on the door of your bedroom. "FUCK! Damn you writer's block, Damn you! Not now..." Could be heard in response from the other side. Damn, girl, did you knock on your door or mine? "Too bad. I'm coming in." You said firmly. You opened to door to find Danny hunched over a notebook. "Take a break, Danny. You'll give yourself a migraine. Or worse." You said, planting a kiss on your wife's cheek. "But I have to have the new album written and recorded by August, Y/N. AUGUST." "And I have to have your daughters by May. Who's more screwed?" "Fair point." Danny said, getting up to kiss you. "Sorry I've been kind of a dick...This really sucks in my defense." "No, I know. You have two other albums I've witnessed the production of, dumbass." You laughed. Danny rolled her eyes playfully. "I just really hate the process of songwriting. I mean, it can be a blast when everything goes alright, but...I don't know. Sometimes, I just want to fucking implode..." Danny sighed. You wrapped your arms around Danny's shoulders and leaned into her neck. "Please don't. I kind of need you." You joked. That was an understatement, and a certain two proto-humans kicked in agreement. You? Each other? You couldn't tell, but appreciated the gesture. Danny wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her thumbs on your abdomen. "I love you." Danny said, kissing you on the nose. "I love you too. You meant me, right?" You said, yours hands finding hers as you smiled. "Of course! Who needs anxiety medication when your wife's a literal angel, huh?" Danny joked, causing you to burst out laughing. Then blush something fierce when her lips brushed against your bump as you got changed into sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt of Danny's. The things you two could do to each other were a force of nature in itself...but such was love.

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