@leftlipstick
At that moment, Charlie was incredibly grateful Hailey couldn't make out what she looked like.
She sat on the edge of the couch, legs spread across her girlfriend’s lap. Whatever time they’d started drinking had completely slipped through the cracks of her mind, but she did know they were already halfway through their second bottle of wine.
“So,” she slurred. Her wine sloshed around her glass, eyelids heavy as she flashed Hailey a drunken grin. She didn’t even consider the next question to roll off her tongue:
“Should we, like, have a baby?”















