Isla
"I will keep you front of mind," Isla says with a sunshiney smile, tipping her head back to let it rest against the plush sofa cushion, a few stray curls falling about her face. As Ever shifts enough to face her she can't help but raise her eyebrows, as if wondering if she's missed something given his sudden attention and focus. And then he speaks, the words quiet and considering, but certain in a way that has realisation dawning over her like a slow wash of morning light.
"...I never considered that. It's a really good point," she says quietly, offering him a small and grateful smile. "Well, then. It's decided - I'll make arrangements at the clinic so everything is ready, and I'll take a step back for a bit once it's time." Time to be a mother. She doesn't say it out loud, but the pleased pink flush to her cheeks makes it obvious. "Thank you, Ever. I'd have probably just kept working without thinking about it, if not for you."
"...I never considered that. It's a really good point," she says quietly, offering him a small and grateful smile. "Well, then. It's decided - I'll make arrangements at the clinic so everything is ready, and I'll take a step back for a bit once it's time." Time to be a mother. She doesn't say it out loud, but the pleased pink flush to her cheeks makes it obvious. "Thank you, Ever. I'd have probably just kept working without thinking about it, if not for you."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
