REXANNA
FOR A TIME IT SEEMED TO ME,
THAT WE WERE STARLIGHT-TOUCHED.
FAILING TO REALIZE THAT WE WERE STARCROSSED,
He squeezes her tighter, and Rexanna hums lightly with the pressure. And when he speaks, she focuses on the spaces he gestures to, to the art on the walls and the little sewing section she’d created for herself, like a little den of items and pieces of her just as Bastien had said. And she can see him in the way the paintings covered the walls, in the little touches he’d added around the room, Pittore’s small messes that she can imagine their child one day making. It soothes her, enough that when the admission comes, she focuses on Bastien a bit more intensely.Her green eyes scan his face, fingers still trailing through the curls of his hair, thumb rubbing lightly against bronze skin. “Yes… It should, right? We’re prepared. We’ve thought about it a lot before stepping in…” She trails off before she lowers her head to his chest again and Huns thoughtfully. “Do you want a boy or a girl?” She asks, a soft smile crossing her face with that.
THE STARS WERE
NEVER
ON OUR SIDE.
