Maeve
Between the two of them they manage to finish the crib and it's all a bit more real. She draws in a breath, eyes trained on the crib and barely hearing his words, only looking up when he gives it a little shake. The crib doesn't wobble or creak. The construction sturdy. Maeve returns his smile, straightening herself back up as her hand comes to rest lightly on her belly once more, "I hope that fishing line comes in handy. Try to stay out of trouble, yeah?" Maeve drifts towards the door, leading him back to the exit so that she can close it behind him.
"Don't be a stranger, Cal. Tell Isla I said hello, will you?" She leans against the door, a soft smile still on her lips as she braces against the frame.
"Don't be a stranger, Cal. Tell Isla I said hello, will you?" She leans against the door, a soft smile still on her lips as she braces against the frame.
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
