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I can’t believe he’s a dad. Harry. A dad. This whole thing is a blood mindfuck, oh my god. I feel like I need a two day nap. You can absolutely come to girl talk if you want, but I’m planning on complaining about how sore my tits have been, so.
I don’t want to throw shit on the fire, but you should have seen how careful he’s been since she came along. He steps around everyone about everything - so trust me, this probably meant something to him. Oh wow, I’m so scared of some boob talk. I was in the room when Sunday was born, so it’s gonna take a little bit more than that to freak me out. I got placenta juice shit on my favourite jeans. You don’t scare easily after that.









