'we can share the bed. if that’s not weird.' for donna 👀
ooh, damn. start playing abba songs, folks / @mostriumphant.
the look on billie’s face is one she’s seen before. like standing on the edge of a cliff, donna feels her hear skip a small beat— for the first time after a long run. for a moment, she feels she can forget she’s pregnant and move on from whatever mess is entangled inside her head.
she jumps onto the bed, exhausted from the debauchery of the day: cleaning up the stable, giving the horse a cozy space to live in. as for the house... it still looked quite abandoned. but it’s a place worthy of calling home. she cuddles under thick be covers, patting the empty spot beside her. “c’mon. i could use a heater.”