The guitarist's baby -

The guitarist's baby -

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"You need to tell him Skyler." Michael said, looking down at the little girl that was sleeping away on his chest. Skyler looked at him and sighed, she knew Michael, was right she couldn't hide the secret anymore Darcy was looking more and more like her father by the day. "I know, but I don't know how to tell him." Skyler said, she leaned her head on Michael's shoulder while staring at Darcy, she had brown curly locks like her father and ocean blue eyes like her mother, she even had the little dimples that would pop out when she laughs or smiles. "I know it's going to be hard but you need to stay strong, you need to think about Darcy. She needs a father figure in her life sooner or later" Michael said, he took Skyler's hand in his own while bringing it up to his lips to kiss. Skyler gave a sad smile and nodded her head, she leaned back up and looked at Michael with all the seriousness on her face. "What if he decides to take her away from me, I couldn't live with myself if he takes my sunshine away. " skyler said as tear start to stroll down her cheeks, Michael brushed her tears away slowly while leaning up a bit bringing their faces closer and closer, he pecked her lips softly while resting his head against hers. "Then I'll be right by your side fighting" Michael said smiling.
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My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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