𝕋𝕚𝕞 𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕

if i cannot be wanted， i will be needed. and if i cannot be needed， let me be used until there's nothing left of me.

she uses her thumbs to wipe at the tears that are falling, she giggles. Also unable to believe that it’s true. She nods her head. “our” she grins, resting a hand on her stomach, “fierce protector.” And a kiss to his cheek.

her hands move to rest on the side of his face, a small grin spreading as his lips are on hers. she’s chasing his lips, only stopping when he glances down. “yeah… someone who’s a mix of the best parts of you and me,” she nods, taking one of his hands and . . .

she’s teary eyed, nodding her head along to what he’s saying. She giggles as her body presses into his. A hand runs through his hair. Keeping him close. “You’re going to be a dad… the [ best * ] dad..” she tells him.

my dear love .

Today is Make Up Your Own Holiday Day.

usually she feels pride when it comes to getting an emotion out of tim. No, he wasn’t heartless or anything along those lines ever, but things like this were rare. she nods her head, and sits on the edge of the table. “Yeah, im serious.. You’re going to be a dad…”

shes holding a bottle of water in hands, maybe as a way to keep herself stable. Or because she needs something to touch without risking breaking it. “that.. is proof of life pertaining to our little one…” she swallows harshly. She knows he isn’t upset. She worries …

Lucy let out a soft sigh, as she took a few deep breaths. “I’m okay.. I’m sorry.” She muttered quietly. “I just keep having episodes…”

and in the end， i'd do it all again. i think you're my best friend.

setting a pregnancy test down in front of ( the reader* ) not saying anything… genuinely she has no words.

a grin continues to spread across her face. “well, I think I missed you more.. it’s been a long day.”

saw u at ur worst and still think u were the best