#dylan;

[zelda-r-blog]

Zelda had not had time to see her friend in a while, despite the fact Dylan might be the only person in London who she could have small talk with and not make her want to gauge her eyes out. Rushing into the coffee shop they had agreed to meet up at, she started gushing out apologies as to why she was late before she even sat down across from Dylan. “I’m so sorry, I had meetings with some artists. They would not shut up about my interpretations of their art. They always assume I’m wrong, despite the fact that art is up for interpretation, and it’s my job,” she rambled on, sitting down in her chair and pressing her bag down in a huff. “Have you placed your order yet?” 

@brittleglassheart

[evaleevillanueva]

It’s Time || Dylan & Evalee

It was 3am on January 23rd. Evalee had awoken, and tiptoed her down the hallway to use the restroom. It was whilst she was sat on the toilet, that her waters broke. Initially, there was the relief that she was finally going to be in labor - after all, she felt like a whale. However, the reality also set in about the pain that was to come. “Dylan...”  She said softly, shaking her husband when she went back to bed. “My waters have broken...I-I’m not getting any contractions yet, so we don’t need to go to the hospital...but...it’s happening.”

@djinthehouse

[evaleevillanueva]

“I’m so tired, Dylan...” She whispered, laying back on the couch, having just got Isabella to sleep. It was almost as if she could sense the baby’s arrival was imminent, and was trying to take up as much of her parents’ time as possible - her sleeping had become irregular, and it was really taking its toll on the 8 month pregnant Evalee.

@djinthehouse

[evaleevillanueva]

Five Months In || The Johnsons

[laying on the sofa with Isabella sat at her feet, watching the television, one of her hands settled on her stomach - her bump visible] Dylan? Do we have any chocolate?

@djinthehouse

[evaleevillanueva]

|| Valentine’s Day ||

The invitations, in Evalee’s mind, should have gone out at the beginning of the year. That would have given the guests a four month warning, so they would know to keep April 15th free. But besides from the obvious, like Dylan’s family, no other invitations had been sent out. The town loved to gossip, and no matter how hard she tried, sometimes it was difficult for her to ignore.  More recently, people had been expressing their feelings of not wanting her and Dylan to get married, and it had got to her - Evalee didn’t want to invite people to her wedding who don’t really want to be there. It was supposed to be their perfect day; any negativity surrounding her relationship shouldn’t even be within 100 feet of the venue.

That morning when she had awoken, she was making Dylan heart shaped strawberry pancakes, but it was clear even as she was doing something she loved - cooking - something was off.

@djinthehouse

[mimi-cee-hq]

hiiii baby!! happy holidays! hope you're doin well ❤️ and may this holiday season treat you good 🎄🎁✨ -dylan

Hi Dylan! I'm doing well. :) Happy holidays! I hope you're doing well too. :) 🎄💞☺️

(Also, should I tag your blog whenever you send an anon ask so you can get notified?)