"I can’t have kids. I can’t ever get pregnant."
The morning brought reality. Like, the reality that they’d fallen asleep with the lights still on; and the reality that this wasn’t a dream. But mostly, the reality that Lydia’s nighty was ridiculously short and had ridden up in the night, and Isaac gravitated toward human bodies in his sleep. He was curled up behind her, arm thrown across her waist and his mouth pressed to her shoulder as the first vestige of sleep began to fade away. He hummed as the warm body fitted against him shifted slightly, her hand slipping down between them in sleep. Lifting his head, Isaac blinked in confusion down at the strawberry blonde still sleeping, yawned, and returned his face against her hair, breathing in his scent on Lydia’s skin.
His heart stopped.
Faster than he thought he’d be able to, Isaac flew backwards, legs getting tangled up in the sheets. Lydia let out a small shriek as she woke up, whirling around just in time to see him fall off the bed and land on his back, legs still mostly on the bed. Mouth set open wide, Lydia crawled to the edge of the bed and peaked over, her hands clasped to her chest. “I…Isaac?”
Isaac stopped struggling the moment he hit the ground, mostly because the wind was knocked out of him, but partially because struggling just made things worse. He lifted his head, grimacing at Lydia hovering above him. “I’m okay.”
what the fuck was i on when i saved stevenmctowlee as a url?
well now i’m just working on the tag system but all the posts have been cleared out and the blog has gone from 68 pages to 26
come bother me i know you’re out there
oh right —
I’m here today so I can work on the jerbekah blog
so….yup…not on jeremy rn
Mother Mother - Oleander