Maeve
Maeve laughs softly, nuzzling the babe’s cheek lightly, ”Such a strong boy! Just tell daddy you’re going to be a dancer like mummy.” She coos, shifting him to her hip as she turns to Harper with an arched brow. ”Am I going to need my hands free?” Maeve asks, head tilting to the side as she bounces him easily in her arms, already thinking that the sling would be the best choice for them. ”I’ll take the sling.” The queen finally decides on, waiting for Harper to get it out so they can secure Jude to her chest and leave her hands free once more.
Noting the backpack and picnic basket, Maeve can’t help the smile that curls on her lips as he presses the kiss to her cheek, arm around her waist. ”I’m excited to see what you have planned for us.”
Noting the backpack and picnic basket, Maeve can’t help the smile that curls on her lips as he presses the kiss to her cheek, arm around her waist. ”I’m excited to see what you have planned for us.”
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
