Never Leaving Again (Katelyn × Reader)
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Terminé mar., avr. 4, 202359m
I looked up and saw my blue head beauty of a wife. Staring at me with hurt and confused eyes. I stared at the girl with the same intense glare. Hoping everything that I was thinking came through it. We were silent. I felt the air intensify. I wonder if she had moved on already. Moved on and I couldn't have a chance anymore. And then she took a step forward. Hesitantly. I waited. And then another. Until we were standing in front of each other. And then Kate through herself in my arms. Digging her nails into my back. And lowering her head into my shoulder. "Hey Kate," I mumbled. Holding her up by her waist. A sob came from her. "You're here. Really here. Are you staying," she asked? "Yeah. And I'm never leaving again."
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